How A Good Girl Becomes The Other Woman

I had a really bad day a few weeks ago.  I woke up on a Sunday morning feeling very sad.  My kids were with their Dad and I was all alone.  I've come to embrace alone and make it my own.  Sometimes I even convince myself that I prefer being alone.

This was not one of those days.  I skipped church, hung out in bed and cried for a few hours about being close to forty, divorced, and no love in my life.  I cried about not finding any good guys to date.  I have one guy that I've wanted to meet for months but feel like while he likes to talk to me I'm really not an "interest" to him.  So, I said my normal prayer to God -- it goes something like this... 

Dear God: Please bring a man into my life that is stronger in his faith than I am in mine.  Please make him love me to no end, be honest and a stand-up guy, etc. etc. etc.

So, since I'm not a typically good depressed person I dragged my sorry ass out of bed, brushed my hair, teeth and threw on some workout clothes and went for a walk in the park.  I continued my communing with God until I saw all of the young and old lovers kissing, holding hands etc etc in the park.  They made want to puke so I left.

I was sweaty and basically unkempt and decided to go to Walmart before going home.  I passed a cute guy on the coffee aisle and he smiled at me.  I smiled back and thought - wow he was really cute.  Kind of strange for me because I don't find very many men attractive these days.

He came up to me on the next aisle and told me that I was striking, asked for my number and we talked about popsicles.  I gave him my number which I never do, just wondered to myself if maybe God was intervening in my life and if I was supposed to listen.