If only I knew my one and only would come in the form of a little rugrat with pigtails:
Being single is a lonely business. It can be nice to have the freedom to do and
go as you please, but being void of the intimate companionship that everyone
seeks after is tiring. Then again, love
isn’t something you can necessarily seek after and find. It’s like the old saying: “a watched pot never
boils.” That’s all fine and dandy to
say, but do you have any idea how hard it is to NOT look? It’s like telling someone to not think about
chocolate. Just don’t think about. Stop it.
Get it out of your head. You are
under no circumstances allowed to think about chocolate. Did you think about chocolate? That’s why I can’t stop looking. Every new person that waltzes into my life
stops my heart in anticipation of discovering what the possibilities are. Of wondering if this is the one. Does my premature planning before I even
really know him make me a little psycho?
I hope not because if it does I am absolutely mental. But I just can’t help myself! It’s the curse of a monogamous species. Always looking for your one and only. The more time that lapses before finding that
person, the more intensely you search. I
like to think that I’m a grounded person.
I am reasonable and have a clear view of reality. I know my age and my prospects. I know what I have accomplished and what I
still have yet to accomplish. And I know
that when the time comes, everything will fall into place for me. But sometimes I get tired of the wait. I want immediate gratification. I want love and to be loved. I want my life to start. So is it strange that my mind is always
filled with daydreams of what might transpire?
Does it make me crazy that I have planned a future with the most remote
of men? Am I alone in my unquenchable
need for more?
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