When the time comes....

They say that when you meet that special person that is going to be in your life forever --> You just KNOW it. That is what happened with my first husband Jeff. The first time I looked in his eyes I was overwhelmed with the knowing sense that I would be married to him someday. He had the same feeling and well, eventually we married. Of course history is that it didn't work out but I wasn't wrong. I did marry him.

So what does that mean? If I had that overwhelming sensation the first time I met a man I would marry, will I have the same feeling the next time? Could it be that simple? I went from being accused of 'settling' for people I dated to now being too picky. Will I ever find the middle ground?

I'm not dating right now. My romantic life has been stagnant for quite some time now. Partly because that is the way I want it and partly because I can't seem to find men with common sense. I know they are out there. I've met some in passing but most of them are already snatched up and taken. Someone else got to them first. We all know the other half of the coin is that the other good looking nice guys are gay. This isn't a myth like so many of you have thought - it's totally true. Why? Because I said so..... *wink*

So I head into another holiday season without someone's arm to hold onto, a warm body to cuddle next too and glass to toast. However, I have someone's hand to hold, a cat to warm my lap, I can do and say what I want with whomever I want when I please (people tell me this is a good thing), I have nieces and nephews to pass my time, party friends to laugh and clink glasses with and no one special to buy an expensive gift for.

Pretty great huh?