Recently my friend noted "I'm going to be 50 in 4.5 years." I started laughing because it reminded me of the movie "When Harry Met Sally."
Sally: ...All this time I've been saying that he didn't want to get married. But the truth is, he didn't want to marry me. He didn't love me.
Harry: If you could take him back right now, would you?
Sally: No, but why didn't he want to marry me? What's wrong with me?
Harry: Nothing.
Sally: I'm difficult.
Harry: You're challenging.
Sally: I'm too structured; I'm completely closed off.
Harry: But in a good way.
Sally: No, no, no, I drove him away. And I'm going to be forty!
Harry: When?
Sally: Someday!
Harry: In eight years.
Folks, I've been dating for roughly the last 17 years. I'll admit, that seeing the number "17" attached to dating career hurts a a lil bit. In the last 17 years I have not met Mr. Right, sure I thought I did at least 3 times. But, I was dead ass wrong about how "Right" they were.
When you have been dating for 17 years and have not met your "person" you can occasionally doubt yourself much like Sally did in the movie. What is it about ME? Am I too opinionated, picky, obsessive compulsive, wacky? Or, am I just someone who hasn't crossed paths with my person yet. Or, is it that I, on some cosmic way had to get right with myself before the right person could come along and I could truly appreciate them and vice versa?
After 17 years of dating I can pretty much say that almost every single man I have dated is engaged, married and has children.
Do I want to live out my years with:
Emotionally unavailable, predictable Accountant - NO
Super needy, super jealous, super downer Archaeology Grad Student - NO
Self Centered, desperate, Mr. "I'm gonna" do (insert grand plan here) Art Director - NO
Homophobic, racist, selfish pilot with no sex drive - NO
Just like Sally, I will be 40... in 7 years. I'm confident that after 17 years of Mr. Wrong's that Mr. Right is closer than I think.
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