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The Dating Game: “The One”

There was a group called the Chi-Lites and they had a song.. You Gotta Be The One..the bridge repeated the title 3 times.. As I swiped through countless profiles I’d hear that song. The problem was “The One’ had NOT shown up. Did they really think I was that naive (I am being kind here). As a writer I put together a pretty clear and concise profile. Yet time and again questions would be presented that clearly demonstrated nothing even close to scanning over the profile, was apparent. Sometimes it was funny other times it was just annoying. “Hello can I contact you on____ so we can talk easier” was the standard run-on-sentence approach, more times than not. The explanation as to why, was just pure comedy. I found myself mildly confrontational at times, other times I’d just keep with one word replies.

Then it happened suddenly out of nowhere. He subtly appeared. He had what I had suggested I was looking for. As though I had put an order in from a catalog and here was the real irony, he wasn’t even on the site.

He came to be in the classic fashion. We met by chance in person. I didn’t even notice him. Precise, charming, and a gentleman. This is scary, but Ima roll with it. Then all the smoothness turned into bumpy -road. I am a bit out of practice, but my memory IS intact. He was the “straw that broke this camel’s back”.  Well at least he has used up all of his chances. Patience and tolerance is not in high quantities at this age. At least not for me.

I have learned there is still NO-IDEAL place or way to meet “the one”. At least not “the one” for me. I suppose he IS out there, but I will have to sift through so many others who aren’t . I cannot create him beyond what I say/think I want or want him to be. I cannot change one who does NOT possess the qualities that he has, have them. I have to admit, I was hoping for an easy transition, a simple quick solution.

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