Looking for Mr. Right
So this week I took it easy and decided to "hang" and check out places where there may be fish - as in guys. Let's see, where would my mate hang out? Since he's a man of faith, he would probably be growing in knowledge and understanding of such matters, so I went to Fuller Seminary's bookstore/coffeehouse to sit and read and wait - a clever technique I learned from the paparazzi (See Where to Wait for Mr. Right, March 12, 2007).
After an hour and a half of sitting next to two men discuss intellectual principles and philosophies about other intellects who have written inordinate theories about God, my eyes began to droop. No, my future husband wouldn't be sitting intellectually massaging theological formulas. He would be moving in the love of Christ touching hearts and minds in Argentina or some faraway place which would explain his long absence in my life.
Or, he may be growing in his knowledge of financial stewardship. So, I went to a real estate investor's event. There was a mixed crowd, but no signs of him there either. However, I did come home with lots of info for my financial future.
Later in the week, I stopped by NYPD Pizza Restaurant in Burbank. Lots of testosterone there, but gosh, just a bit too brawny for me. Can't say I walked away empty-handed, though. A couple of extra pounds of me followed alongside me...and they continue to stalk me.
Debbie, a former single, wrote in (See Where Are the Fish, May 4, 2007) suggesting I go back to internet dating sites and you can see why I have to.
Stay tuned for more on that fishing expedition!
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