I went on a date today. Well, actually, let me correct that. I thought I was suppose to go on a date today. But the person didn't show up. He did call after 45 minutes to say that he was running late. I was fifteen minutes late so I felt guilty leaving 30 minutes after the supposed meeting time. Then time flew. I finished my newspaper almost cover to cover. At that point, I didn't care to meet this person who has no respect for people's time. Although I enjoyed the quietness of the restaurant and the pretty good food, I was left to wonder again whether it's worth my time trying to meet strangers. After all, I don't have that much time. I don't even feel there is enough time to relax or to do all the things I wanted to do like make all the beautiful necklaces I have created in my head.
Love? I don't mean to sound negative, but do people really find love meeting total strangers?
For all the blind dates I went out on, the men I met were all so different from me but similar to each other. They earn good money and live in luxury houses or rental apartments. Their political views were always further right than I was comfortable. They all have a negative view of unions. And they wanted a pretty and successful single woman with no kids. This is the profile of New York City professional finance guys in a nutshell.
Should I just let things happen rather than try to make things happen? If there is someone out there for me, I would meet that person, someday. But this just doesn't sound like a good plan. Every experience is an experience. But do I need to experience everything to know how it feels like? As I march forth to find this man, as I have not given up yet, I hope to learn more about myself. Perhaps with more experiences, good or bad, I would come to a conclusion of what would really make me happy and content. As is with success, happiness is not given. Happiness is earned.
