Good Morning and Happy Tuesday! For my two loyal readers- yes, hell is freezing over (cold front over Texas ;-D) because I am posting twice in two days!!!!
It dawned on me yesterday as I drove home from Reston that I’m really truly not going to get married and have children. Not because I don’t want to, but because for me to feel comfortable enough for that to happen will take a miracle. And this is the side effect of being me. I was trying to list the criteria that would be the man I would want to marry and everything I was coming up with would be sooooooo extreme that not even I would feel right about imposing it upon anyone.
Maybe I’m just being cynical- you tell me.
The Perfect Man for Me =
1. Must be 100% loyal to me. As much as I would hate to admit it, if I ever found out that my man cheated, it would be over right then and there. Not that I wouldn’t want to try and work it out, but knowing me, I would have checked out of the relationship emotionally at that instant.
2. This is sort of a sub-category of number 1- He must be in it for the long haul. Not that it’s a religious or moral thing, but if I ever get married, there will not be divorce in my future. Maybe that’s why I can’t imagine this ever happening.
So, without even going any further with my list, can you imagine how unfair those 2 items are to expect of someone? Maybe I’m just being toooooo contemplative. I’ve been accused of overthinking thinks by more than one person.