I just caught myself spending a considerable amount of time clicking on one site to another, all purporting to know the secrets to dating. Do this! But dear God, don’t do that! Oh, God. Why did you do that? For the love of God, don’t say this and that! Why so many appeals to God, you ask? Well, I happened upon a dating blog by a young Christian rocker. I never thought I’d look into, much less find, something that clicked:
Today at work I asked my married coworker who sits in the cube next to mine if he had felt his wife was The One (or could have been The One) early on.
He replied that yes, upon first meeting her (through mutual friends), he felt that she was special. He said that ultimately, he realized that she was a “winning hand.”*** He put it this way:
Could I have continued looking for a better hand? Sure. But she was a winning hand.
F says that I’m addicted to love, which made (makes?) me laugh. I mean, what’s wrong with wanting to share your life with someone and feeling that life is better when you do? Apparently, that kind of need is a certifiable addiction. I guess the problem happens when you don’t have that someone and all the sudden the world becomes black and white. But who can blame me? Once you’ve had it, you know how good it can be. Teresa knows what I’m on about.
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