The singles’ conference at a local church can’t get here soon enough. After all, it was around this time last month I was pushed to the brink of eternal bachelorhood.
On Valentine’s Day, four of my female co-workers each received gifts — and each lady at least hinted wedding bells were about to ring. Now, if these four ladies each represented a potential wedding, I thought I might as well represent the funeral.
That same February 14, I decided to give up finding “the one” all together. With only one real successful relationship to look back on, trying to find someone just as good if not better and failing nearly every time, I asked, why bother?
As I searched for that white flag to surrender, a certain few came to my rescue. They agreed I should quit finding “the one” — but let her find me instead. I hope that will be the case — but fear that will never happen.
Which is why this singles’ conference at Temple Baptist this weekend will serve as continuing therapy.