I Met the Perfect Guy

I’m excited to share that I have met the perfect guy. Before you judge me for moving to fast, hear me out.

This guy is selfless. He puts others needs ahead of his own, always anticipating what that person might want or need. As such, he is an excellent host and he is the kind of neighbor that anyone would be thrilled to live near. He knows my love language (service) and he takes care of tasks that mean the world to me – like doing my laundry and buying groceries that fit my point goals on Weight Watchers.

My kids love him and he loves my kids.

We are both to old to have children but he will be a terrific grandfather someday. We are both near retirement age and have similar interests; We plan to travel to Hawaii, spend time on the golf course and he fully supports my desire to write full time.

Perfect may have been the wrong word to describe him. He does have a few faults – don’t we all? He is such a neat freak, I have learned to be more tidy to avoid arguments. He isn’t good at making decisions and although he loves me I know he won’t propose. He also worries endlessly. This makes me roll my eyes when he isn’t looking. And he doesn’t share my love of city life. This last “fault” will be the biggest source of compromise for us if we are to continue our relationship.

But there are bigger problems. Although he has friended me on Facebook, he doesn’t answer my texts or calls. He does visit me occasionally but when I wake up he is no longer there. I stare at his picture on my nightstand and smile thinking of the sweet memories we made and I cry thinking of the memories we should be continuing to make. I know he would not want me to be sad. He would be here to wrap his arms around me if he could. But God has called him home and while he would love my new home in the city, he is waiting for me to join him in his new home.