I don’t do online dating.
I know, I know – I’ve heard the advice. How is someone my age supposed to meet a potential mate?
Answer? I have no idea. But, I’m not changing my mind.
Now, when I say I don’t do online dating, that doesn’t mean I haven’t.
Case One: The Engineer
A classic case: all the boxes were checked. Good job? Check! Similar interests? Check! Christian? Check! Obviously, a great match, right? Umm. Not so much.
We arranged to meet up at a public place (safety first, ladies!) and within moments of meeting it was clear he was harmless – and NOT into me. At first, I wondered what could be wrong. He knew what I looked like (online profile photos). I was honest with him: I was no super skinny supermodel. But on the phone (yes, we had chatted before meeting in person) it didn’t seem to be a big deal. Apparently, it was.
I’d like to say I cut the date short and went home early, but that’d be a lie. You see, he owned a Mini Cooper and they had just come on the market in Canada – and I wanted a ride! (I was at an opportunistic stage of life.)
The car was fantastic! Dinner? Not so much.
After we were seated I bluntly asked what was up. I mean, I knew this date was going nowhere so I thought I may as well get some insight. I waited for brutal honesty. Instead his head dropped and he responded, “I got new hardware for my home system and it just isn’t installing properly. I should have cancelled the date as I know I won’t be able to concentrate on anything else until it’s up and running.” Um, what? Apparently, I wasn’t the issue. In fact, I didn’t factor into his mood at all. He was so bummed about his computer issues, he couldn’t enjoy my company. I’ve never dated another engineer.
Case Two: The Serial Monogamist (aka – The Boyfriend)
This gentleman pursued me relentlessly via the World Wide Web. Although not a Christian, his wit, charm and lovely sense of humour wooed me and I agreed to meet him at a familiar meetup place: Starbucks.
Ah! A perfect date. Romance. A shared meal of sushi. A movie. (Comedy, of course. Romance? Too much pressure. Action? Not appropriate. So, of course: Comedy.) After movie coffee. Talking until the wee hours of the morning. And finally, when he dropped me off at my car? A sweet goodnight kiss.
Case Two became an actual boyfriend! A pretty good one, too! Until a year and half later when he went on a work exchange to Europe (police force to police force) and came back with a new “colleague.” He’s married to her now.
Nah, don’t feel bad for me. After the relationship was over I recognized some VERY unhealthy lifestyle traits: hoarding, credit card debt and (shudder!) cats. I can’t say he was a bad boyfriend – well, except for the cheating. I’m not innocent in this either. That sweet kiss? I knew he wasn’t right for me at that moment, but convinced myself otherwise. Eighteen months… sigh.
Case Three: The Monk
A perfect on paper match. A seminary master’s degree. Former pastor. Home owner.
I’ll admit, when we met I wasn’t attracted to him. But I’ve never been about looks, so I let it be and engaged in a lovely “mini” relationship. I say mini, because it was clear he had no interest in marriage or family – something, at that point, I was desperate for. It’s all on me with this one. I was convinced God placed me in this man’s life to be his partner. And then I wasn’t so confident. Thank you, Jesus – I came to my senses quickly! I look back and wonder, “What the heck was I thinking!”
I discovered a few months later that he had himself on every Christian dating site available – to what end? Meh. (Yep, he’s still single.)
No. I don’t do online dating. I am at peace with this decision. I still don’t know where I’m supposed to meet a potential mate…
This is where trust in God is paramount. I long for relationship. To get married. (Imagine my mother yelling, “Amen, let it be, Lord” at this point. What can I say? I’m her only daughter.)
Several years ago, I came across a book (I can’t remember the name!) by a female colonel in the US Air Force. A beautiful African American lady who married the wrong man in her twenties and divorced a year later. She was in her early fifties at the time of writing and had a lot of wisdom about the state of singleness. I don’t remember all the details about the book but one statement stuck with me for years:
Get busy with the things of God and He will bring the right person to you.
And for women? The right man will see your value and pursue you.
Get busy with God.
What that means to me:
- Be more concerned with my character than my comfort.
- Prefer others in love. Serve.
- Embrace humility.
- Seek wisdom.
- Get to know God – through his word. In prayer. In meditation.
- Get so immersed in a relationship with God that I don’t have time to feel sorry for myself.
Simply, I’m working on being the person I’d want to be with. Relationships are not a fantasy la-la land – they’re work. Rewarding, sure. But, also demanding.
The right man will pursue you? Oh! My modern sensibilities rail against this.
Remember Case Two? The one thing he did right, that felt RIGHT is: he did the pursuing. Boy, did that feel fantastic.
So, I pray for a man who will pursue me.
Mostly, I pray God’s will. At 47 it’s hard to still be waiting and longing. Yet, I don’t regret a moment of my singleness. No life is easy or simple: being single has offered and taught me much. I hope one day to say the same thing about being married.
I suspect I will.