Dating

I must make a confession: I hate dating. I suppose this sounds mean, but it is so true. Maybe I am destined to become an old maid. Of course, that is probably not a politically correct saying anymore. What would it be?

Career woman? Well, I don't actually have a career just yet either. Maybe I'll always be stumbling through life without either a career or a husband. Maybe I should just simply confess, single life might just be meant for me.

Of course, in my heart, I continually seek the perfect man. Oops- I mean, not-so-perfect man. I know there's no such thing as the perfect man. But I still believe that somewhere out there is a man who is ideal for me. He just doesn't know yet that he is the one for me, as I don't yet know that either. And someday our paths will collide. Or in my case, our paths will probably just crash into each other. Someday I will find that elusive happiness that I have always been looking for.

I stop thinking about my dateless situation for a while, as I work on my mission to save the old house.

And true to the saying, when you stop thinking about something, it often happens.

I think my luck must have changed for a moment, when, once again, I run into Mr. New Jersey-whose name I now know is Mark-the man I helped out at the gas station some time ago. Here he is, sitting-so nicely dressed in a suit and tie-in my favorite booth at my regular fast food place. I naturally take this as fate, which has so generously put a guy into my life again.