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RESURRECTION   Leave a comment

I heard a Christian song recently, and part of the chorus went like this:

“The resurrected King is resurrecting me”

That is what I have been feeling lately.  I feel, almost, ready to perhaps start dating again.  Which is quite a revelation for me and I am still surprised by it.

The reason I’m feeling a bit like a resurrected being is that, for the first time in my life, I am living alone and I will perhaps be starting to date.  I’ll be 59 years old pretty soon, so you would think I would have experienced this already.  But no.  I had my son to raise that was living with me most of the time, up until his death.  Right after that, I spent 7 1/2 years being single and living alone, it was true, but I was not looking to date.  I was working full time, going to school part-time (and sometimes full time) and volunteering at my church.  I didn’t have time to see my girlfriends, let alone date anyone.

Then a few months after I graduated, I moved into my sister’s house.  My sister who really wasn’t happy with me dating.  Sharing a house with 3 others made it awkward to have a date over.  The other reason I feel resurrected is that, also for the first time in my life, if I date again I will be only looking for a true Godly man for a husband.  I’ve been a born-again Christian for over 30 years, but remember for most of that I was either 1) a mom or 2) not looking and not dating.  I realized I had no idea what dating a true Godly man was like.  I can’t say I have ever had a date with a true Godly man – ever – in my life.  I have no prior experience to guide me.

What a strange place to find myself in at my age!  I am moving very slowly and cautiously on this, with a lot of prayer and thought.

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Posted March 12, 2018 by Maureen in Being Single, Christian

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Were We Dating?   Leave a comment

I haven’t posted a story from my old dating days in a while.  I have no desire to date at present, still being very much in love with my dear departed husband.  But this dating story is from at least 15 years ago, way before I met my wonderful Randy.

I had met Mitchell (not his real name) through a friend.  He was a friend of her boyfriend at the time.  My friend told me a bit about Mitchell, in retrospect I figured it was probably a way to get me interested in him.  Mitchell had been dating a girl for several months and apparently she had been pressuring him to have sex.  He wanted to take things slowly and date more, but the way I was told the story was she pressured him and so he gave in and had sex with her. And she promptly dumped him.  So, he was hurting and sad.

The first few times I met Mitchell were in group settings and it was all very casual and no pressure.  I talked with him but didn’t spend all my time with him, nor he with me.  He was not bad looking, and he seemed like a nice guy.  Had his own house and business.  He just didn’t do anything for me, really.  I didn’t get any red flags – I just wasn’t attracted to him.

At some point (the details are a bit fuzzy after all this time) he started calling me.  Now up to this point our interaction and contact had all been friendly and casual.  So when he started calling I really didn’t think much of it.  It would be pretty short conversations – maybe 7-10 minutes long. “How was your day?” kind of thing.  This went on for maybe a week or so.  Then one night on the phone he asked if he could stop by that Saturday night.  I thought, “Why not?”

He came by the apartment I was living in at the time, which was actually about 4 minutes from where he lived.  We sat in the living room on different pieces of furniture and he asked if there was anything on TV that we could watch.  The only thing I could find was an old Elvis movie, which we watched all the way through.  We barely talked the whole time and the movie was so…. bad.  Ug.  I’m not a big Elvis fan, and this was not a good movie.  When it was over I was thinking how I could ask him to leave and he got up and said goodnight, and as he was going out the door he said, “Next time, let’s talk some more.”  And I said, “Okay!” cheerfully while ushering him out the door, and it wasn’t until I closed the door that I thought, “Next time?  There’s going to be a next time?  Huh??”

Then I started thinking of our nightly conversations, and wondered if he was interested in me.  (I know, seems obvious now, looking back.  But honestly he was so casual about everything I didn’t know.)  The nightly short phone calls continued.  One night I got home a bit early and decided to call him first.  He was obviously surprised when he answered the phone and it was me.  So I went through the same routine he had been using – “How was your day?” kind of thing.  Near the end of the conversation, hesitantly, he asked me if I minded calling him.  I said, “No, not at all.  Sometimes I call my friends, sometimes my friends call me.”  He kind of stuttered at that, and we said good night.

We met two more times for activities together, and at neither of those times did I have the slightest clue (from his body language or words) that he was interested in me other than just a casual friend.  He had multiple opportunities to hold my hand, put his arm on my shoulders, say something affectionate to me, etc.  He gave me no indication he was physically attracted to me.  It was like dating my brother.

Later, as months passed and I thought about that time, I think I figured out what was going on.  I also had one or two conversations with my girlfriend about all this that filled in some clues.  I think that, because of the abrupt breakup he had experienced with the other lady, and thinking he had gone too far too fast, he wanted to pull back and take his time with the next girl he was interested in.  He wanted to make sure he didn’t jump into anything too fast.  The problem was, in the end, he went so slowly and carefully I truly didn’t realize he thought we were dating.

I thought back over our months of … interactions?  Friendship?  Communication?  Whatever you want to call it.  I thought about it and wondered if I had done or said anything wrong, and wondered if I could have done something differently.  I should have talked with him about it.  I should have been upfront with him that while I liked him as a person and he was fine as a friend, I wasn’t romantically interested in him.  Lesson learned!  But that is the story of how I dated someone without knowing, really, until afterwards, that we were dating.

Posted July 27, 2017 by Maureen in Being Single, Memories, Musings

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Busy Time of Year   Leave a comment

I am getting over a cold.  I’m at the nagging cough/still blowing my nose stage.  Still just a bit “sick”, but recovering.  I am also super super busy at work.  I started a new job (same place, different position) in September and previously this had been one of my quiet times.  Nope – not anymore.  I am busier than a one-armed paper hanger.

But – I do have my Christmas shopping done.  (Please don’t hate me)  I had to get it done Thanksgiving weekend – I just didn’t have time otherwise.

Last weekend my sweetheart and I took a long-anticipated dinner out to a very expensive, Michelin-rated restaurant to celebrate out future life together.  I bought a dress and new shoes.  He had been there before (when he had a job making lots of money) but I had never been.  As each delicious plate or bowl was brought to us, we feasted slowly, savoring all the flavors and spices.  Then our main course was brought (a shared bone-in rib eye steak) and we went silent, savoring the seasoned meat that seemed to melt in our mouths.  I smiled, watching him, as he closed his eyes and chewed, enjoying every mouthful.

“Normally, I would say to someone, ‘Kill me now – I can die happy now that I’ve had this meal'”, my sweetheart said to me.  “But now I know that I won’t truly be happy until we are married.”

It was the perfect highlight to that evening.

Blessings on you as you go through this busy time.  Remember the joy.  Joy that did not depend on circumstances or personal situations.  Remember how heaven rejoiced at the birth of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.

Posted December 10, 2014 by Maureen in Being Single, Christian, DIY

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Fast, or Slow?   Leave a comment

How long does it take you to decide if a relationship is “right”?  When does that point come when you decide that that person is worth getting to know, worth spending time with?

Are you a fast decider, or slow?  And is one better than the other?

We’ve all heard of people falling in love at first sight.  Do you know anyone that happened to?  I don’t.  That doesn’t mean I think it can’t happen, though.  I’ve heard of people who do a lot of dating that can tell after the first date.  I’ve never had a first date that good — have you?

I know myself pretty well by now and I know that I either decide fast, or I take a long time.  Yes, I know that is contradictory.  I’m a woman, what can I say?  I have enough common sense and intelligence to take my time to make up my mind…. but I also have ADD.  Which can mean I am impulsive.  So sometimes I leap before I look.

In relationships…. I have done both.  I have decided fast, and I have decided slow.  And you know, both choices have not always worked out well for me.  Maybe everyone has their own speed, their own comfort zone for deciding on relationship matters.  What about you?  Are you fast, or slow?

 

Posted September 23, 2014 by Maureen in Being Single, Musings

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Defend Your Woman   Leave a comment

I was recently turned down for a job I applied for where I work.  It was almost exactly the same job I do now, but in a different area and of course for a different person.  I was 100% qualified for it.  The manager who was to be my boss had made it clear he would like to work with me.  And I didn’t get the job.

It was actually 2 ½ months between the time I had sent in my application until I actually heard I did not get the job, and I had gone through a full gamut of emotions over the process.  By the time I was told by the manager he had hired someone else, I was resigned to the fact that I would not get the job.

I dropped quick emails to a couple of family members who had been waiting to hear how it turned out, and also to my boyfriend.  And then I got back to work.

That night, when I talked with my boyfriend on the phone, it was the usual, “Hi Honey – how are you?”  I said I was fine, or something like that, and he said, “I’m doing terrible – and I don’t know why you aren’t either”.

At first I honestly didn’t know what he was talking about.  Then he started to tell me how angry he was for me that I didn’t get the job.  He wanted me to complain to the union.  He wanted me to leave the union.  He was upset and angry that I was being treated in a way he felt wasn’t right.  He wanted me to leave and go somewhere else.  He was fed up and frustrated – all on my account.

One of the things I have learned in having an atheist boyfriend is that his reactions and opinions are sometimes different from the way I think I should act.  Or do.  And this was one of those times.  His ideas on what I should do were not unrealistic or unreasonable – in fact they were well thought out and what many people would consider well within the bounds of what I was entitled to as an employee and union member.

But I am guided always by how I think my Savior would want me to say, or act, or think.  I did listen to all my boyfriend had to say.  I loved that he was that upset for me. But I did not want to follow his suggestions, and he was ok with that.  It was after all my choice and I was the one who would be most impacted by my actions.  So, after having his say, he left it to me to make the decision.

I am blessed to have someone who feels so strongly for me, and that cares about me so much and would not hesitate to stand up for me.

Posted July 17, 2014 by Maureen in Musings

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BLIND DATE   Leave a comment

Have you ever been on a blind date?  I’ve heard stories of people meeting on a blind date and ending up being happily married.

This is not one of those stories.

It happened way back when I had not yet trained all my family and friends to please, no thank fix me up with people.  I got a call one night from a good friend of mine.  She had a sister-in-law who had a friend who was lonely and wanted to date someone around his age.  Reluctantly, I was persuaded to give up my phone number to this guy.  Let’s call him “Lance”.

Lance called me and we talked and got to know each other a bit.  We talked on the phone a few times.  He was an apartment manager, never married, around my age.  He told me about a lady friend who he sometimes did things with, but they were just friends.  She was divorced with a small girl, and they all got along but were not in a dating relationship.

We decided on a Saturday night movie date.  I was pretty unsure about him, but I believe in giving people chances, and thought I needed to meet him in person before deciding.  And after all – once he met me he might decide I wasn’t what he was looking for, right?

Lance showed up promptly, and when I opened the door I noticed two things: He was about an inch and a half shorter than I (and I’m short) and his balding head was shining through his thin hair on the top of the head from the porch light.  Neither of those things are deal breakers for me – it just provided me a few moments of quiet amusement.

I invited him in and he was shy and nervous.  He wanted me to know that on a date he paid for everything and he drove, “That’s just the way I operate.”  Since I had no expectations of anything different, I just smiled and said that was fine with me.

We went out to his car and on the ride to the theater (he had picked a multi-plex about 30 minutes away) we talked about what movie to see.  “I like to see films that deal with issues, that make me think, that we can discuss afterwards”, he told me.  Uh oh I thought.  I HATE films like that.  I watch movies to be entertained, not so I can use my brain cells thinking.  Movies are an escape, and are firmly in the entertainment category for me.

I said something along the lines of “Oh – I usually go see a movie to be entertained.”  We got to the theater and looked at the queue and I picked out “Harry and the Hendersons”.  I don’t remember the name of the film he picked out, but it was a sub-titled film.  Ick.  Lance was a gentleman and agreed we should see “Harry”, adding “I think that film may bring up issues we can talk about.”  “I hope not!” I thought to myself.

He reiterated that he would pay for everything, and was all prepared to buy me candy, soda, and popcorn.  Now, whenever I see a movie in a theater I rarely buy anything to eat or drink.  No reason, really, I just don’t.  Besides – everything is so expensive.   He was visibly dismayed that I didn’t want anything to eat and drink, and I thought perhaps he was one of those folks who always had something to eat and drink while watching a movie.  I encouraged him to get something for himself, and he actually scuffed a foot on the carpet while looking down, mumbling, “No – that’s ok.”

So we watched the movie and he drove me back home.  And if you have ever seen that movie you know there were NO issues raised in it that we could discuss and pick apart at length on the ride home.  Nope – pure brain candy.  No synapses needed at all in watching that movie.

Lance parked the car and turned the engine off.  We chatted for a few minutes, and I invited him inside for a cup of coffee or tea, but he refused.  During our conversation he proudly told me that no drugs or alcohol had ever touched his lips (he was in his early 40’s).  He thought this recommended and commended himself to me, but it did the opposite.  I don’t have much use for people who are sanctimonious and proud of the fact that they have never drank alcohol or taken drugs.  If he was humble and thankful about it, I would have more attracted to him.  But to boast about it?  No, that was another red flag for him.

He then proceeded to tell me in detail about the friendship he had with his lady friend and her young girl.  He called the lady his “running buddy” because they would do errands together, or she and the girl would tag along when he did errands, and sometimes they would stop and get something to eat, or an ice cream cone.  “She’s not my girlfriend!” he must have said a dozen times in the course of the … monologue I guess you could call it.

Truthfully, at first I didn’t know where he was going with all of this.  I wasn’t sure what point he was making, so I politely listened.  And listened.  Several times I suggested we go inside where it was warmer and we could relax, but he refused.  As I listened, my puzzlement grew.  After about 45 minutes I finally understood.  Lance had been seeing this woman, and let’s face it – he was dating her, no matter how he tried to characterize it differently – for two years and she was starting to pressure him into a more permanent arrangement, or at least an acknowledgement that they were exclusive and dating.  And he wasn’t having it.

When he kept going on and on about it and repeating himself, while ignoring my attempts to end the conversation and go inside by myself, I finally abruptly interrupted him, thanked him (again) and opened the car door and got out.  He trailed behind me to my front door, I said a short goodnight, and closed the door behind me.

“Never again,” I told myself.  “Never again am I going on a blind date.”  We had several phone conversations after that, and I did attempt to explain to him, from a women’s perspective, how his “running buddy” could view their relationship and that it was not unreasonable for her to expect more from him after two years.  He kept resisting the whole relationship idea with this lady.  At one point I invited him to church and lunch afterwards with a group of friends and he hurriedly said, “Oh!  No – I couldn’t do that.  My mom fixes me lunch after church every Sunday afternoon.”  Yeah.  Oooohhhhh Kaaaaayyyyy  He also told me couldn’t go on a camping weekend with a big group of singles I invited him to because he couldn’t possibly leave the apartment building he managed, in case someone had a problem and needed him.

What I came to understand about him was that he had gradually slid into a relationship with this woman and her little girl, telling himself it was nothing, it was just a friendship.  When he was forced to face that it was more than that – he panicked.  He decided to go out on a date with some other woman, to prove to everyone (and himself) that he wasn’t in a relationship with this “running buddy”.  I believe Lance was very well off, as I found out he was a manager of several apartment buildings that he owned, and he just did not want to share that with anyone.  His whole life was his mom and his job.

Which was fine, if that made him happy.  Lance was not anyone I could be happy with, nor was I attracted to him.  When it was clear I wasn’t going to agree to be his “proof” that he wasn’t in a relationship with his “running buddy”, the phone calls dropped off.

That’s my first blind date story.  I did go on one more blind date in my life… but that’s another story for another time.  Do you have any blind date stories to share?

Posted June 27, 2014 by Maureen in Memories, Randomness

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SOUL MATES   Leave a comment

If you are single, you have most likely heard the phrase “soul mate”.  Single matching sites mention it.  Your friends and family mention it.  You may have used the phrase yourself, talking about how all will be wonderful when you find your true soul mate.

How many people have you rejected, feeling they were not your soul mate?  Do you believe in one person being perfectly matched to one person, and that they should find each other and live the rest of their lives together??

I read an interesting article about soul mates, and it got me thinking.  Do I believe in soul mates?  Is my boyfriend my soul mate?

I remember being a little girl, 10 years old or so.  I wanted to get married, have kids, watch them grow up, and spend my life with my husband.  I never thought about divorce or being single for long.  My parents were committed to their marriage, despite their differences.  I wanted the same thing.

When I was old enough and started dating, I questioned my ideal of “one mate for every person” dream.  Was there really only one true match for each person?  No, I didn’t think so.  As I left my teens and got into my twenties, I grew and matured.  And the boys or young men I found attractive when I was 17 or 18…… no longer held the same attraction for me.  I realized I needed to be careful about whom I chose to spend a great deal of time with, and who I chose to open up to and share on many levels, including intimacy.

One of the things that broke apart my marriage was that I was expecting my husband to be my everything.  Entertainment, mentor, support, husband, friend, confidant, companion, lover.  And of course he failed.  No person could be expected to fulfill all those roles for one person.

The author of the blog I mentioned, Mary E. Graham, makes some striking statements.  Ideas that I have had and shared with friends for many years now.

“Soul mates aren’t real.…. is my husband, my best friend, my lover, my favorite person to talk to, my biggest cheerleader and my family.  But he does not complete me, fill me up or make my world.”

Exactly!  You don’t get married to have a perfect life.  How can you join two different, flawed, even messed up people, and expect perfection?  As one professor in college said (my paraphrase) “How can two dysfunctional people expect to have a functional relationship when they are married?”

Her blog goes on to talk about how she wants to share with her two little girls, when they are old enough to understand, that the only truly complete and fulfilling relationship we can have that meets all our needs and will always be wonderful and loving, is when we have a personal relationship with God.  And I agree with that – 100%!

My boyfriend is not my soul mate.  But he is my friend and cheerleader and a listening ear, a shoulder, and one of my most favorite people in the world.  Despite his flaws, and my flaws, we make a really good team together.

What about you?  Do you believe in soul mates?

Here is the link to the full blog article:

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/mary-e-graham/my-husband-is-not-my-soul-mate_b_5420557.html?ncid=txtlnkusaolp00000592

Posted June 10, 2014 by Maureen in Being Single, Musings

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