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So I went on a date on Monday night. This guy could be my twin as far as hockey & coffee go. He likes his booze a little too much to be my identical twin. He turned 21 on Monday and wanted me to meet him out. I'm so not a bar person, but this little place across the corner from the arena is clean and fairly bright and since it was after the game, I knew just about everyone in there. I went straight from the mall and didn't bother going into the game cuz it was just about over. I had a sandwich while I was waiting and when he finally showed up, he got a drink and ordered his wings to go. We chatted hockey for a while and called one of our friends who was supposed to show up and didn't. By this time, it was getting late and I had to work early, so we left.
As we were walking out, he was like "Oh, the guys are just getting on the bus. I need an autograph from NP. Do you want to walk over there with me?" I shrugged and followed him over. It's not that far, but it was cold & windy and I wasn't wearing my coat. When we got to the bus, NP was just getting about to get on. J was like "Hey N, can I get an autograph from you?" N gives me this wierd look. I shrugged. So J gets his autograph, N & I got chatting (I'd like to mention that this is the same hockey player that I developed a crush on a while back!) and J says, "I need a picture of you guys." We both look at each other and look at J and he snaps a picture. Then proceeds to get autographs from some of the other guys. They were obviously put out by this as they just wanted to get on the bus. It was totally embarrassing. So this may have been a last date as well. I talked to one of our mutual friends and she said she stopped hanging out with him because he's SO embarrassing around hockey players. (He likes them more than we do!)
But here's my point... I had a date! Not my ideal one, but still... And here's where I get so frustrated. Here's this guy that really likes me (probably better than the rest of his girlfriends, but not as much as the boys) and has similar interests and wants to go out with me. BUT... the guys in the meeting don't. It's frustrating because I'm supposed to marry in the Lord and I'd like to be married, but the guys don't seem to be interested. (Not that I'm interested in any of them either...) And this brings me to a song that's been in my brain lately (italics mine)
Truth & Consequences
by Peter Furler & Steve Taylor
poster-child for the christian single
dumped on more than a bird house shingle
tired of the same old crowd she starts to
mingle where she don't belong (this is me)
all God's bachelors hanging in a bunch (true)
wolves in wool-lite beat 'em to the punch (also true)
score another knockout
barely bought her lunch (nope, it's the wolves that are buying the lunch!)
what went wrong? (that's what I'd like to know...)
chorus:
let's talk about real live
truth and consequences
and coming to our senses
and lies we'd best unlearn
let's talk about real love
truth and propaganda
are you really gonna stand for
a love that waits its turn?
Yes, I'd like a love that waits it's turn, but sometimes it's so hard to wait. And I have to remind myself to "wait on the Lord, be of good courage and HE shall strengthen your heard." and "Be still and know that I am God." It's not easy.
And while I'm waiting and not trusting, I'm likely to go out with other guys who I shouldn't be. And then I get so mad at myself!
I'm out of words. ACK!
As we were walking out, he was like "Oh, the guys are just getting on the bus. I need an autograph from NP. Do you want to walk over there with me?" I shrugged and followed him over. It's not that far, but it was cold & windy and I wasn't wearing my coat. When we got to the bus, NP was just getting about to get on. J was like "Hey N, can I get an autograph from you?" N gives me this wierd look. I shrugged. So J gets his autograph, N & I got chatting (I'd like to mention that this is the same hockey player that I developed a crush on a while back!) and J says, "I need a picture of you guys." We both look at each other and look at J and he snaps a picture. Then proceeds to get autographs from some of the other guys. They were obviously put out by this as they just wanted to get on the bus. It was totally embarrassing. So this may have been a last date as well. I talked to one of our mutual friends and she said she stopped hanging out with him because he's SO embarrassing around hockey players. (He likes them more than we do!)
But here's my point... I had a date! Not my ideal one, but still... And here's where I get so frustrated. Here's this guy that really likes me (probably better than the rest of his girlfriends, but not as much as the boys) and has similar interests and wants to go out with me. BUT... the guys in the meeting don't. It's frustrating because I'm supposed to marry in the Lord and I'd like to be married, but the guys don't seem to be interested. (Not that I'm interested in any of them either...) And this brings me to a song that's been in my brain lately (italics mine)
Truth & Consequences
by Peter Furler & Steve Taylor
poster-child for the christian single
dumped on more than a bird house shingle
tired of the same old crowd she starts to
mingle where she don't belong (this is me)
all God's bachelors hanging in a bunch (true)
wolves in wool-lite beat 'em to the punch (also true)
score another knockout
barely bought her lunch (nope, it's the wolves that are buying the lunch!)
what went wrong? (that's what I'd like to know...)
chorus:
let's talk about real live
truth and consequences
and coming to our senses
and lies we'd best unlearn
let's talk about real love
truth and propaganda
are you really gonna stand for
a love that waits its turn?
Yes, I'd like a love that waits it's turn, but sometimes it's so hard to wait. And I have to remind myself to "wait on the Lord, be of good courage and HE shall strengthen your heard." and "Be still and know that I am God." It's not easy.
And while I'm waiting and not trusting, I'm likely to go out with other guys who I shouldn't be. And then I get so mad at myself!
I'm out of words. ACK!
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