A friend of mine is always telling me, “You can’t go looking for love. It finds you, not the other way around.”
It’s the kind of thing I used to believe in. But I don’t anymore. Or at least I don’t think I should. It’s just not healthy to hold on to those fantasies forever. I think it’s better, safer to be pragmatic.
Which is not to say that I didn’t used to believe. I did. For a long time. I was 100% certain that one day love would find me.
Here’s the fantasy:
I’m strolling through the New Fiction aisle of my local library and we bump into each other, both completely oblivious to the other as we skim the titles of the books on the shelf.
As an alternative, I’m standing in line at my local bakery waiting for my weekly treat- a fresh oat scone to start my Friday out right. He’s right behind me on line and asks me about the oat scones, “are they any good?”
There are other variations, too. I must’ve imagined at least a dozen of them. The meeting my guy story. The one that takes place naturally. As I go about my normal life. Not on an online dating site. Or speed dating. Or a singles event. Or at a bar or club that I went to with the express hopes of meeting a guy.
The meeting my guy in some random way, because people can and do meet that way, don’t they? story.
I gotta admit that I love these stories. I love making them up and I love telling them to myself. They make me happy. The way that old, sad love songs make me happy.
I don’t actually think there’s a chance in hell that any of these things might come true. I just love the stories.
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