Dating is Free Entertainment

There have been a few random things happening lately that make me laugh...and also make me feel like I was, for certain, born in the wrong century. The past few months have been odd. I had reconnected with a couple of guys I knew at different points in my life; both were completely wrong for me for different reasons. The first is a handsome Irish fella who wears a kilt- and being of Scottish heritage myself, I believe a real man can handle wearing a kilt! (Isn't there a single Christian man IN Scotland reading this???) The second is someone from a bit further in my past. He turned out to be quite the drama queen.. And more than a little strange.   

Things happen, people come in and out of your life for a season. Some seasons are shorter than others. Each one is supposed to be there, to teach us something or show us something about ourselves or about others. The men that come in and out of my life show me what I am, or am not, looking for in a husband. They have also shown me some things about myself that I must work on while I am in a relationship with a man.

The drama queen… oh where do I begin? It started with a text to ask me out to dinner. Then it changed to cooking dinner at his house (for a first date, without knowing him well at all – BIG NO NO!!!).  I did meet him for coffee and after talking about my Christian singles group and involvement in church, the cursing began. I mean that literally. I had not heard a curse word from him up until the point I mentioned my faith, and it was almost as if a switch was instantaneously flipped. Further conversations made me quickly realize this particular guy has some problems. One of the first things I should have taken note of was the comment, “when are you going to take me out?” Yes… he said that to me. I mean, he just sees me having dinner with my child… Thankfully this was not one of those long, drawn out things.

I was criticized by another person because I expected (the horror!!) an actual phone call to ask me out rather than a text. Apparently my standards are too high and it is too much to ask men today to call. My theory is that if a guy is my age or close, he didn’t grow up with a phone in his hand. SO, he should call me. And yes, I do have standards… get used to it. I know a lot of people who don’t have standards today and they are miserable because they keep choosing people who will use them or be abusive in some way.

I think we've lost something in this technologically connected world we live in. People would rather sit in front of a computer or text on their phones than actually have a personal conversation face to face.  There are some people I do not enjoy talking to, and would rather keep the communication electronic. And then there are others that I actually prefer a conversation with over the electronic communication.

Something to remember - the outer package doesn’t always mean the inside is as pretty as the outside. I’ve told many people that someone can look like the Channing Tatum’s or Scarlet Johansson’s of the world and have a horrible personality. Those people become physically unattractive pretty quickly while also failing to understand how they could have been at fault. After all, these types are physically attractive and that means they can do whatever they want and their victims just have to ‘deal with it.’

All of this just makes me wonder if my Prince Charming/Mr. Darcy is truly out there somewhere, waiting for me with his high standards in this crazy world.