God is a funny and unfair Man. Don’t get me wrong, I love Him dearly, and I think He is the grooviest Man ever. But He does have a sick sense of humor and I feel like He makes my so-called life the butt of His practical jokes.
Case in point.
2006. I meet Blind Date Guy (see complete story in an earlier entry). Who one day just disappeared into thin air.
2007. I meet M, who seemingly fit all my requirements -- employed, intelligent, heterosexual, Catholic, enjoyed pursuing me. Who fit all my requirements except one -- does not want to be in a committed relationship with me. Go figure.
Mid-2008. I meet Sgt. Saludo (my colleagues have a knack for naming the men in my life) who seemingly also fit all my requirements – smart, can charm the skin off a snake, unbelievably intelligent, funny, straight (so sexy!), seriously seemed to like me. Who is of a different religion. A religion I cannot marry into. C’mon, God!
Late 2008 – I knew this was a lost battle from the very start but it bore considering. A really hot guy, so intelligent, so great at his job, physically drooling-all-over-myself hot, so refined and well-mannered and well-spoken. And gay. As a butterfly. Who twirls before sitting on a chair. God, work with me here please!
And here is God’s biggest practical joke of all. He makes me the Ultimate Meantime Girl. He makes me The One Before The One (see earlier blog entry too).
I got a midnight text from an old flame yesterday. Saying he is getting married next year. Which led me to think of all the men who have come and gone into my life (and believe me, there have been plenty). And each and every one of them, without fail, have married the girl they hooked up with AFTER they date me.
Every frigging one of them.
God is a really great Guy. But His sense of humor is really twisted. God, You know I love You, man. I really do. But please please pick on someone else. Am starting to get pikon with Your practical jokes already.
