you know, i really don’t want this to become some blog about my dating life, or lack thereof… i mean, that’s slightly petty to publish, right? but i’m in the midst of a dilemma, so i’m going to process via writing. forgive me.
let me interrupt my train of thought by saying there is nothing funnier than watching a big dog chase a tennis ball around the house on hard wood floors. thank God for pepper.
anyway, i’ve had a list of dating rules the past several years. a set of criteria for men to live up to in order for me to consider dating them. really, there are 4 plus 2 rules. like a bonus round.
1. most importantly… the guy has to love God. i’ve tried it otherwise, and it just never works. i have plenty of friends that this doesn’t apply to, but for whatever reason, dating is different.
2. he’s got to laugh. at himself, at me, at life… etc.
3. he’s got to be intelligent, preferably in a challenging way. not just some rocket scientist i can’t talk to.
4. he’s got to be well traveled… preferably having lived in another country, but i realize that’s asking a lot.
and then the “plus 2…”
a) i won’t date a guy closer to my mom’s age than my own (she is a young thing!)
b) i won’t date potential. that’s a toughy, b/c there’s always potential, but you got to date what’s real now.
now… some friends take issue with the well traveled thing. what if the guy has a desire to travel but just hasn’t been able to? can’t really hold that against him, right? and some friends have an issue with the God thing. is it enough if he just respects your religion? or if he’s spiritual? what if he does yoga? and some think you have to chose either travel or faith… that the two don’t mix… but then i am positive i’m not some freak of nature, and there’ve got to be at least 5 thousand other peeps in the world that love God and travel just like me.
but this weekend i was thinking… are all these rules just an effort to be in control? i mean, what’s the fun in some pre-packaged man? i certainly wouldn’t want anyone to put ME in a box! so i thought i’d just get rid of my rules. get out of the way of God’s sense of humor, you know?
but standards are a good thing, right?
what’s the difference?
i figure it’s better to ask these questions while i’m single.
i’m just thinkin’ out loud here.