Tonight I went to a church meeting. My husband couldn't go because he needed to attend a special event of a friend. I walked in to the chapel and found a bench that appeared to have some room. I asked the woman sitting there if she was saving a place for anyone. She said she was just saving one spot for her husband. I said, "Well, I'm alone, so I just need this one spot.". In my periphreal vision I could see the man behind me looking attentively at me. I talked to the woman for a little while. There was a lull in the conversation, and suddenly the man behind me tapped me on the shoulder and asked me what time it was. I turned and pointed to the large obvious clock on the wall (which by the way I can't see how he missed.). I said, "I think it might be a few minutes behind though, the clock in my car had a different time." He kept making small talk and suddenly it occurred to me that he was being VERY friendly. I guess I'm not used to men hitting on me because it took a little while for me to realize that was what he was doing. He had heard me say that I was alone, so I think he just assumed I was single. When it finally occurred to me that he was hitting on me, I casually mentioned that my HUSBAND couldn't be there, and told him why. He sat there staring at me, and I almost felt like I needed to repeat what I had said. Actually, I did repeat the part about where my husband was because he was staring like he didn't hear.
What really hit home to me was how glad I am that I'm not out there in the dating scene. I really didn't care for dating the first time, and now that I've had a near perfect relationship, I don't think I could ever get that lucky a second time. In addition, I think there are pretty slim pickings out there. I would be getting the leftovers. You know, like when you pass around a dish of jelly beans and everyone picks out their favorites and all you are left with are the flavors no one really cares for. It's different when you are young...there are still good ones that haven't been taken, but when you are my age, you get the bald, geeky, sagging jelly beans. I'm sure there are some that got missed when the dish was passed around, but they are hard to find.
Can I just say one more time how glad I am that I have a wonderful husband? I kept thinking tonight how hard it is to find someone who is just right for you. It's even hard to find friends that you feel comfortable being close friends with. I meet many friendly people in my life, but there are very few I feel comfortable being close friends with. I thank my lucky stars (and more especially God, for that matter) that I found my husband.