PRINCE CHARMING

Have you seen Prince Charming? No, not that guy! The one my Mother and friends keep saying was made for me. You've heard this before. Why am I still single? What's wrong with me? Is my hair the wrong color, length, texture, style? Am I too fat? Are my ankles too thick? Am I too smart, or too dumb? Am I too particular? Did God really make "a man" just for me? Did I already say no to Mr. Right? Did Mr. Right know that he was supposed to say "Will you?" Was my Mr. Right killed in a car accident, plane crash, sporting accident? Did I miss Mr. Right because I was too busy with Mr. Rightnow? Did I mistake Mr. Right for Mr. Rightnow and walk away from him? Enough of that, let's try some new tactic. Okay, Mr. Right does in fact exist (remember, it's my story, I'll tell it how I want.) Will I over look him because he's too fat, too short, disabled, has the "wrong" color eyes, or hair, or skin? Will I mistake him for the guy with curly hair, straight hair, gray hair, no hair? Will I miss meeting him because I'm too busy to go to that party? Will I be to involved in my book, or magazine to look up and see him walk by, or sit and watch me while I'm in the bookstore? Does he live in Pa.? Should I move to Maine? Does he hate the ocean? Hate cats? Do I need to lose weight so he can see me? Is he the guy my friends want to introduce me to? Is he the guy my friends can't stand to be around? Did I go to school, college, church or work with him? Is he already a part of my life? Is he the drunk sitting at the other end of the bar staring at me, passing out, drinking a beer, a whiskey, a glass of wine? Is he the cop who once pulled me over for speeding? What does he like? Where does he live? What are his hobbies? Where does he work? Does he like to watch television? Does he like to read books? Can he read books? Does he know I'm looking for him? Is he looking for me? Have we both just given up on each other? Will it help to pray for him? Does he pray for me? Once again I ask, "Are you sure God made him?" Is it possible that I was made to be alone? If so, why do I feel the need to mother and nurture? Why do I want to be married? Why do I feel like I've missed out on being a Mom? Does he drive a car or a pickup? Does he even drive at all? My head is starting to hurt. There are way to many variables. Way to many choices. Way to many varieties, vagaries, decisions. Maybe I'll just keep trusting in God, and live life as it comes to me. I'm looking for Prince Charming, but let me tell you, some days I think I would settle for a frog!