The one person for you. Reality or farce?

Referring to your knocked-up post.

 

Ha, ha, ha.

What he said.

Taken and re-taken that hill three times. Maybe a fourth if I'm not lucky.

 

I believe it. I always have. Sometimes you're right, and sometimes you're not. But I think most people will find their perfect fit -- as close as he or she might be.

 

I had a friend that I grew up with. He dated lots of girls but always complained that he could not find "the one" .

Anyhow he went on on singles cruise came home and called to tell me that he had met the love of his life on the cruise. His name was .... Greg. They are still together and very happy.

HB maybe you should expand your base of operations so to speak.

 

For H_beat, would have to be Adam Graves, or no deal.

 

You are not nearly as clever or funny as you think you are.

 

Exactly.

I was in my late 30s and had pretty much given up on the idea of The One. I had sort of made my peace with the idea that I might not have the marriage and children thing.

But I dated a lot, and was wide open to meeting new people. One day I was set up by friends, with a totally together doctor who I knew would have no interest in a shlub sportswriter like me. I thought, well, at the very least it'll be a pleasant meal with someone new and interesting. I never turned down a date, and always went in with that attitude.

What was amazing was how undramatic it was. What I mean is, it was marked by the complete absence of the high-wire uncertainty that comes with most new dating scenarios. It was just, "Wow, this is it. Away we go."

I never knew life could be like this, or that I could feel this happy and secure. And the first little Babar is on its way.

I guess that's a long and clumsy way of saying maximize your exposure and don't worry so much. You never know when it will happen.

 

Arnold, one part of that definitely sounded familiar. When I met Mrs. OOP, it was all so smooth. No bullshit. No ridiculous drama. No games.

We had one really bad day about a week in (and yes, it was my fault). I apologized and explained. She understood and that was it.

Weird thing is as I have been thinking wonderful things about her as I read and post on this thread, she and I have been fighting all day.

When things get rough for her, she cries. She leans on me and we get through it. When things get rough for me, as they have the last week or two (long story), I behave like an asshole. I know. So hard to believe, right? (Don't answer that). She puts up with it to a point, then ever-so-sweetly lets me know it is time to STOP BEING AN ASSHOLE.

Ok, it's not really that sweet, but I've earned a good verbal kick in the ass this week.

This thread has me thinking about all of the reasons I need to make it up to her. Sometimes SportsJournalists.com really is useful.

 

Wish I had your optimism, mikey.

 

It's posts like this that make me thankful I come here every day.

Very nicely played.

 

Thanks. Of course, it means you're one of the 5 percent of the board old enough to understand it.

 

Maybe HB shouldn't have reset his post count twice. If he hadn't, 50,000 posts on an internet message board was sure to impress the ladies.