I had decided I wasn't going to date anymore. No more Dateme.com. You know, looking at photos of men who pretty much lie about their height, age, weight and post a picture that is at least ten years old when they had hair. After all, dating for me seemed to be a steady stream of "one" dates. That was me, the queen of "one" date. I could go out with a guy for one date and realize very quickly that home would have been a much better place for me to be. I had decided I'd just work on a few home improvement projects. I had decided that I'd just stay active with the singles group at church. I had decided I'd just be the best "me" I could be. At least, that was my plan. Little did I know how a few weeks could change my life forever.
Date two was an all day event which lead to date three, four, five and eventually a proposal of marriage. Twelve years later I search for words to tell of this relationship. It's a lot of fun. There is love, laughter, children and grandchildren. I can't imagine how different my life might be if I had kept that "no more dating" decision. How ridiculous.
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