Husbands and Wives

I was visiting with a fellow from our community this afternoon, and he mentioned something about his wife doing something or other, and it occurred to me how easily he said it and how natural and easy it is (or seems to be) for most people to find a mate and get married. And I wondered: "How can I get one of those?" Meaning a husband.

I know that there are some marriages that are journys through hell, and I know all marriages can have patches of difficulty in them, but I think most of the people I know who are married wouldn't trade it for the world.

All of my male friends and aquaintences are married. They love their wives, and their wives love them. I want that. I used to deny that fact, but it's true. I think men in general are the most beautiful of all of Gods creatures, and have the greatest potential to work good or evil, and I want one of my own.

So many of the men I know have such beautiful, expressive eyes, finely sculpted hands and well toned fore arms. Their voices are unique to each one, as are their mannerisms, and their smell, and the feeling of strength that eminates from them.

I don't want one of these married men, and I don't want to "settle". I won't tolerate abuse in any form. A Christian would be nice, but nut a radical.

Its silly, of course--this whole line of thought. It has been made cruelly clear by more than one man that I don't have anything anyone would want, and I am far from perfect: I'm plain to look at, overweight, and have baggage (every body does). On the other hand, I am a good, and loyal friend. I am active in the community, and care about things. When I'm on my game I can carry on a conversation with just about anyone; and I do have a sense of humor, all be it a quirky one (sometimes). There won't be a husband for me, and I can live with that, but sometimes I find myself thinking about it--thinking about men, and how beautiful they are, and how wonderful it would be to have one of my very own.