“So Lindsey, have you been in any serious relationships?”
In my mind I was thinking… well isn’t this getting personal
real fast…
I answered by saying…
“I dated a guy for two years in high school; I’ve had flings
since then and actually just got out of an engagement in January.”
His response…
“Ummm wow, you were engaged? That’s crazy!! Well you are
kind of old so that makes sense…”
I wasn’t quite sure what to think about that statement. I
was a little taken back because not only was this young man only twenty three
but he was letting me know that twenty one is now considered the new old.
The dating world sure is entertaining. I have been taken on
some very interesting dates. Some I will never forget because they were just
that fun and some that I wish I could forget because they were just that weird.
I don’t think anyone enjoys “dating”. Yes, when it works out
in your favor and they end up being your spouse, well yes its lovely but for
all the thousand dates that go wrong for that one that goes right… let’s be
honest… I’m starting to understand why people give up. It truly is like finding
a needle in the haystack.
When I was eighteen, dating was fun. I loved looking at my
day planner with Monday thru Saturday having each meal being covered by a date.
It was perfect. I had a little routine and thought I had the “dating game” all
figured out.
Relationships and flings have come and gone since eighteen.
I don’t have the dating game figured out like I use to at
eighteen but I will say I can tell you exactly what I want in a guy and what I don’t
want.
I now stand here twenty one.
I don’t know when being mature started being classified as
being boring but that would be me.
I would very much appreciate if the Lord just placed Mr. Future
Husband at my door step. I would promise to take great care of him and love him
with everything that I have. I would never let him go and thank the Lord each
day for placing him on my door step.
If only.
If only.