I'm Praying For You ... That You Find A Nice Man!

Yup, those words came out of my Grandmother's mouth on Christmas Eve.

My Grandmother is over 80yrs old. I love her with all my heart. And although I don't see her as often as I probably should, I definitely hug her close, tell her how much I love her every time I do see her, and she tells me.

And she tells me she prays for me. Alot.

She's a religious (catholic) woman, and praying is simply part of her day. I'm not the only one in the family she prays for, but I'm definitely up there on her list of souls who need looking after LOL.

On Christmas Eve, she gave me a hug and whispered in my ear "I love you Kimberly. And I pray for you. I pray that you'll meet a nice man."

It made me smile.

And inside, it made me chuckle.

Like 'meeting a nice man' solves all the world's problems :-)

I know she just wants me to be happy.

And so I gave her a smile, and a squeeze and said "Oh, I'm sure I will some day Nanny."

'Finding a man' however, isn't necessarily the key to happiness for me.

Don't get me wrong. I haven't decided to switch teams yet, and don't think 'Finding a woman' is the key either ;-)

And so, on that 2+hr stretch of open, deserted highway home on Christmas night, I gave it some thought.

I've been single almost 5 years now.

No dating. No relationships. No involvement. While others around me, who find themselves single again, seem to move easily into new relationships.

Some last. Others don't. But they're 'out there'.

I'm not.

Why?

Ok, so I'm not a bar slut, I'm not out every weekend looking to meet someone, I haven't been through the roster of single co-workers, but I DO go out and have fun. And to places where you would think there would be other 'normal' single people milling about.

Why haven't I met that someone who makes me want to say "OHHHH! Yeah baby! He's STALKING material!!!! Quick! Find him on Facebook!"

Or, let's say I have. Why haven't I done anything about it?

I don't approach men, looking at them as the next conquest.

I spend more time walking with my head down, in my purse, looking for my freakin' keys, and don't even notice them until they've already gone past!

And Hell, who am I kidding, I probably wouldn't remember what to do with them after they'd been ... conquered, anyway.

The men. Not the keys.

I'm a strong believer in 'everything happens for a reason'. And I just think, for whatever reason, that time to 'meet a nice man' hasn't come.

I think meeting someone is like getting slapped in the face.

You usually don't expect it, but it certainly gets your attention. And it just, happens.

It hasn't happened. Or if it has, I missed it.

Is it because I need to be raising my boys right now. Giving them my full attention to make sure they don't turn out to be crack addicts or serial killers?

Is it because I need to be 'on my own' for awhile. Just for me?

Am I just too damn picky in what I want in someone?

Is it self preservation? It's a scary single world out there. Do I think maybe the Devil I knew, is better than the ones out there I don't?

Who knows.

Is it REALLY that hard to find a cross between this ...





and this ...



and this ...




And ...




and yeah ... even a little of this! ;-p





Mmmm. Yeah. Keep Praying Nan! Keep Praying! ;-)

Now, where did I leave that copy of 'Get Yourself A Nice Man In 12 Days After Christmas (Or Less!)' that Mrs Clause dropped in my stocking this year ...

K.