As a teenager, I decided that I wasn’t going to settle when it came to the man I was going to marry. I wanted it all – and “all” was a long list that grew longer as the years passed: attractive, creative, tall, intelligent, witty, a book reader, an appreciator of art, stylish, romantic, financially stable, liberal, mature, honest, a good lover, loyal, geographically desirable, thoughtful, loving, respectful…on and on and on.
I always believed I would know Mr. Right when I found him.
Now, it’s many years later. Without giving my birth date away, I can tell you that I’ve passed the age where it would be more likely for me to be killed in a plane crash than get married (yes, I know this statistic in inaccurate). I’ve also past what the obstetricians call “advanced maternal age” – no rug rats for me (and frankly, that’s just fine) and still Mr. Right has not appeared.
Don’t pity me – I’ve begun to think the ideal man of my dreams couldn’t exist. Could such a fearsome beast be real? Moreover, if so, would I really want to live with it? So, I date Mr. Not-Quite-Rights. The readers of this blog have heard about my exploits and some send comments reminding me of my teenage optimism – “you DO know the right person when you meet them.” “Don’t settle. Wait for a great man. Wait for a great man to be a part of a great relationship.”
I will never settle when it comes to the big commitment. But if I never find him, should I be without companionship? Isn’t it OK for me to just “putter” with the rest of them?