
I'm not sure what all of the uproar is about finding a man. Sure, women out number men, women are surpassing men on the higher educational front and women are now achieving success at a much higher rate than men. Additionally, men are married, incarcerated or so drugged out that their own mothers no longer want them. But the reality is that there are men out here. The world is filled with them.
I was one of these women who convinced myself that if they didn't meet ALL of the qualities that I was looking for then they were not worth pursuing. I was also one of these women who would not give a man a chance if they accidentally mispelled a word or two or perhaps even used the wrong word. No way could I allow a social misfit to be a part of my world. But here is the bottom line, men (like women) are imperfect. We all have our flaws...some bigger than others. The key is to find one who at least meets most of your needs and work with him on the rest. So, why can't we still find a man? Why is something so simple (and it really is) now so hard to do?
Ladies, trust me...men can make a woman's life hell. A man can exhaust a woman mentally, financially, emotionally and spiritually. Let's not even talk about the physical part or I'll want to find a man...any man and give him a black eye. A man can keep our minds in bondage and after a few failed relationships, we habitually put all men in the same boat and secretly pray that it sinks like the Titanic.
After the divorce of my 1st husband, this was at least how I thought. But the truth is, I kept MYSELF in bondage, I had way too much junk in the trunk and I limited myself. I simply was not ready. So, after being divorced for 10 years, I had to learn how to REALLY date all over again. What the heck? I know how to date! Just go to my local watering hole, look cute and get one. Or walk the aisles of the local Home Depot, Library and find one. Here's one...pay a Gi-normous amount of money for a ticket to a football game. There are bound to be men there and I can come home with at least a few phone numbers. I was so WRONG. ugh. After a while I was beginning to feel like the freak of the week.
I found my issue to be that I was limiting myself to the opportunities of meeting men because I believed that it had to be in person. It wasn't until my very best friend awakened me in what I call my "Eureka Moment" and gave me a reality check and then essentially forced me on to eHarmony. I fought her tooth and nail.
The shame! The shame of being reduced to shopping for a man in my bedroom slippers. OMG! I couldn't let anyone know. I mean...come on...I should be able to attract any man. NOT!
So, after her pushing and pushing me, I decided to give this internet thing a try. But, I was determined that I was not paying for a subscription to any website to find a man. They should be paying for me right?? It's bad enough that I could not find one in public, now I have to pay to find one in private? NO WAY!
I found eHarmony. Actually eHarmony found me. I received a FREE subcription in my junk mail for 30 days to try it. I read about eHarmony and decided, "if it's FREE, then it's for me" and if I could not find one here, I would just be satisfied with my cat. Well, wouldn't you know...there are TONS of men on this site. It's private, you can decide who and when to share your photo and you allow eHarmony to pair you up with a man who meets all of the 29 dimensions of a your personality. Just when I thought I had control, eHarmony told me I had to relinquish this control to them.
So, I waited and waited in my bedroom slippers for eHarmony to find my man or for them to send me one. They sent me a few, then a ton. We went through the guided communication portion and eventually upgraded to open communication and it was enlightening. What I learned is that men have the same fears as we do. They've been hurt, they don't have the energy to bar hop, blind dates were a disaster and they are just as tired as we are of being fixed up. Their biggest issue was that they were hurt by us, (yes , US ladies)like we have by them. We were all alike, just different body parts.
It's now my 29th day on eHarmony and I still had not found my man. Somehow I just didn't feel so bad about it though because I was at least learning some things about myself, more things about men and it was just fun and relaxing to respond to men from my computer and oh yes...my bedroom slippers.
On the 30th day, eHarmony matched me up with my now husband. He saw a photo of me and read my profile. When I saw his photo and read his profile, I immediately thought....D*MN this man is fine but knew that once I peeled back his layers, there waiting for me was an African American Freddy Krueger. He must be a freak or an ax murderer. There is no way someone like him was still on the loose. He must have bodies in his trunk or something. I had to make the decision to pay for an subscription or potentially lose my African American Freddie Krueger. I had until 7:30 pm to decide what to do or he would go back into the pool of internet heaven. I decided, to take a chance on Freddie.
When I got home, I pulled out my credit card and paid for 1 month. I think it was something like $59.99 a month. Heck, that's 2 pair of shoes, maybe 3 for me if I can catch a store on the right day. Not only did I shop for him, I paid for him and we hadn't even kissed yet.
We communicated, laughed and learned more of each other. The day came when we met....my heart was beating out of my chest and I had major flatulence and bloating. I forced myself not to laugh too hard if you know what I mean. Oh the pain!!! I sent my sister and best friend the make, model and year of his car as well as his license plate number and I also sent them his photo in the event he really was an ax murderer. lol, lol.
Naturally, he wasn't. We married exactly 16 months after we initially met. He proposed to me at 3am in the morning while I had a light green head scarf on, sleep in my eyes, bad breath and my night gown had somehow become undone on one sleeve and one breast was hanging out. I am a 38D and this just ain't pretty. OMG!!!!!!!! While it was not the most romantic way to propose to me, it at least showed me that he was willing to take me in my worst state.
Bottomline...I had many lessons to learn. They were, don't limit myself, get rid of my own junk, don't put all men in the same boat, open my mind up to the many opportunities that exist when getting your man (internet dating) and for heaven sakes, brush my teeth before going to bed.