The Single Life

I was searching for new profiles on LDS Singles Network today and came across someone who looked awfully familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen her before till I was browsing through my list bookmarked profiles and came across three others with the same photo! Possible explanations:

* She's forgetful--she makes a new profile every time she comes to the site.

* She has a split personality--one profile for each little voice in her head.

* She's so fascinating that a single profile isn't enough to capture her charm.

All of the profiles looked interesting, so I decided to bank on the third. I sent a message to each of her profiles.

The saying "women are from Venus, men are from Mars" is meant to point out that we're different from each other. I have another interpretation: here on earth, both genders are off their rock(er)s.

Case in point: I had dinner with my brother Jack and his wife Anne last night. At one point, a little misunderstanding arose (I wouldn't call it an "argument"--they were laughing about it themselves). Anne had scheduled them to have dinner at a Thai restaurant with some friends. Jack didn't seem too thrilled, and with a little coaxing, confessed that he doesn't like Thai cuisine. Anne was surprised--they'd eaten it before, and he hadn't said anything, even though their friends had suggested they eat there again. Jack said "I thought it was obvious I hadn't liked it." So Anne says he doesn't communicate enough sometimes. And Jack points out that she expects him to understand things without her saying them. "Not about food--that's for feelings," she replies.

Maybe the Mars mission isn't such a bad idea. If we move to either Mars or Venus, at least one gender won't be off their rock.

I ran into an old female friend of Jack's today, and was reminded of the first time I met her. At the time, I was head over heels over a girl who wanted nothing to do with me. I'd been languishing for a while and knew it, but hadn't yet managed to let her go.

This happened before Jack got married. I was home from school for spring break, and Jack invited me to join him and his friend for a hike. We had a great day, and though I was too chicken to say so, she dazzled me. I thought I'd never met anyone so well matched with me in my life. Finally, I resolved to get over my old flame and move on to greener pastures.

After returning to school, I emailed Jack and asked for his friend's address. He replied by telling me that she was engaged. Ouch! I was glad I hadn't said anything to her, but what a disappointment!

In the end it worked out well, since it finally enabled me to move on with my social life. Here's to the little pain that saves us from big pain.

I had a date with a girl in an unfamiliar town last night. She'd emailed me her address, and I'd assumed that I'd be able to drive this far north and this far east, and there it would be.

Nope.

I got that far north, but when I tried to get that far east, I couldn't find a through road. I tried a little farther north, but eventually ran into a dead end going that way too. So I tried farther south and finally got through. By the time I arrived at my date's house, I learned from her brother that she'd figured she'd been stood up and had gone to hang out with a friend.

I guess I should have asked for directions.

How does one find the balance between asking about everything (and risking looking like an idiot) assuming too much? Life is perplexing.

My name is John Q. Singleton, and I have a problem. I am single. Still. I hereby resolve that by the time this journal is full, I will be married. To accomplish this goal, I have created a profile on LDS Singles Network.

Seriously though, singleness isn't all bad. I get to date a lot of different people and have lots of ... well, "interesting" experiences. It's just that whenever I visit my married siblings Jack and Jill, and see their example of what a happy marriage can be, I get the itch to move on. From time to time, I'll write about things that they or my single sister, Joan, tell me rather than my own experiences. If nothing else, that will help me fill this diary faster, speeding me toward my goal.

Wish me luck.

Good luck.