Being single isn't as hard as people think...not until someone comes into your life and shakes up your whole world. I will be 30 this year and although the majority of my friends are married, I do not regret not being married. Definitely in my early days, I wished that I was part of the "trend", but as I look back, I would not have the opportunities that I've had. I wouldn't trade those experiences for anything!
Anyway, so, we all know that my roommate and I moved into a new place in Ghettoville, Placentia. Well, our next door neighbor is a very handsome single man. He's the typical bachelor. He has a good job. Only has to work part-time. Comes home and sleeps. Goes to Startbucks at night. And repeats.
I met him one night after I came back from a run. I was sitting on the stairs to cool off and out he came. He started chatting with me. We were talking for about 20 minutes and then we decided to go out for coffee. Anyway, we had a good time over tea. I introduced him to Coffee Bean. :) After that night, we didn't see each other for 1.5 weeks. I was alright with that. UNTIL this week...
You see, this guy, who lives next door to me likes me. He likes me and wants to hang out with me. He looks at me even when I look the worst and smiles. He thinks I'm cute and can't believe that I'm not dating anyone. Sounds like a great guy, huh? But the problem is that he's not a believer. I feel like a horse with a carrot dangling in front of me. Teasing me of the thing that I want to have but can't. I am struggling so much with this. AND that is why I'm writing this on my blog. Because each one of you who are reading this...I am hoping that you WILL hold me accountable and be in prayer for me. Ask me how I'm doing. Be honest with me. Don't beat around the bush. I tell Elaine and Christina everything because I need them to slap reality into me.
Yes, I've kissed this guy. We've kissed for a long time on Tuesday and Friday.
I made a pact with Elaine this morning no more smooching.
As much as I like being liked and being looked with admiring eyes even when I am in my sweats, hair all up and messy and I smell like sweat, he's not for me. I can't have him. Why couldn't he be a believer?! Oh well.
So, please...HOLD ME ACCOUNTABLE!!!!!!!
Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
