Something’s GOTTA Give!

Hi, my name is Hope. Nice to meet you.

I know, it has been a long time since I last posted – mostly because I became tired of all the losers that I had encountered during dating. Although, it provided great content for my blogs and funny stories for my girlfriends. To me, the continuous failure of my dates was quite depressing.

But, wait. This is NOT a comeback where I will be yelling from the mountain tops “I am Woman, Hear Me Roar!” I’m not going to act like it doesn’t bother me and that I don’t need want a man in my life. It’s actually the complete opposite. Truth is, I’m sad. I cry sometimes. I feel vulnerable. And, times like this really make me feel like, “What’s wrong with me?!”

You see, I still seem to meet losers ALL OF THE TIME. At first, I think that the guy is perfect, and then something happens. And, he turns into a loser, psycho, or just plain weird. It makes me take a look at myself and figure out if it is me. Am I doing something wrong? I’m pretty confident that I’m kind-hearted, I’m cute in my own way, and I really try to see the good in people. I have good morals, I treat people with respect, etc.

I keep telling myself that God has his own plans and God works on his time not mine. But, I really would love to meet the person I will be with sometime soon. I mean, at least get things rolling so I can have kids in the near future. One of my goals in life is to have a family of my own.

Maybe, my life plan is to be single, to not have kids and not have a family. Maybe, all this hype I’m giving myself won’t be worth it in the end. I hear so many stories of married women, who get divorced, and say marriage isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. But, I want to try it out for myself.

I must admit, I go through my ups and downs (That’s why it seems like I’m rambling right now). Sometimes I think I’ll be fine being single for the rest of my life. Other times, I just simply want what I want – a fairytale wedding, a huge rock for an engagement ring, and a happily-ever-after life a supportive spouse who I can call my best friend and a beautiful family. After all, I am getting up there in age – 31. I don’t want to be old raising my kids.

I guess I shouldn’t rush it, but geesh! Must I go through more losers to find Mister Right? I think I’ve gone through a dozen already. Something’s gotta give. Excuse me while I go cry me a river.

Ladies, chime in. I know I’m not the only one going through this.

One thing is for sure: