My phone buzzes and I peek over in anticipation. I met a man on an online dating site and I’m hoping he calls again. But it’s not him. Instead, it’s my friend Kay from New York City. Not who I expected, but still a pleasant surprise. Kay and I haven’t spoken in a while. She begins to share a weird dating experience.
A man whom she met years ago contacted her on Facebook and declared his love for her. “It’s like he’s been watching me for years,” she types. “Nice effort that I wish would come from someone else,” she continues. And I get it. It’s almost always the ones we don’t want that declare their love and go the extra mile. Often times my phone rings and it’s the wrong guy at the other end of the line. It’s the one whom I’m just not into or just can’t get the hint. Or the one who doesn’t want to let go even though I need him to for my emotional well being.
“I am tired of dating,” I replied. “Much like Charlotte in Sex and the City,” I continued with an LOL.
Kay and I are avid fans of the show. Like many women, we related to what it’s like to date in the Big Apple. I think back to that episode where Charlotte declares, “Where is he?!” and type to Kay, “No. But really. WHERE IS HE?” I’ve put myself out there, as I should. I have dated men I wouldn’t normally consider because I thought I was too picky. I have even remained in a relationship when I was sure it would not be enough. I once stopped dating all together, taking a break from it all to focus on myself, my career, and my friends and family. So, where is he? “Only God knows,” I finish off with Kay.
And that’s all I can really say. I cannot control when my future husband will appear, when he will bend down on one knee and ask me to be his wife. I cannot predict the future. All I can do is hope that it happens and find solace in whatever may come, even if it means meeting duds in the meantime and waiting for the phone to ring.