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Thursday, November 03, 2005

State Of The Me Address

When I was twenty I was ready to get married to what I thought was the love of my life. Now here I am many years later totally dissatisfied with ever girl in my circle of availability. But I often wonder if I’m dissatisfied in them or in myself. It has gotta be them because I’m the same guy I was in my teen years. Of course that isn’t true at all. As far as my looks and general disposition I am, but in matters of my heart/mind well I am changed. For two years my ex-girlfriend had my head so messed up I didn’t know who I was or what I was doing. During which time I meet many girls I liked that also seemed to be interested in me. But with my current state of heart/mind I stirred clear so not to be a time bomb in someone else’s life. Many years later, here I am at that place where I hope it is them and not me.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I guess that as we grow older we get to a point were we realize the whole "It's not you, it's me" excuse no longer applies. We get to a point where our hearts and minds have matured and are ready for a real relationship. I guess the tough thing is waiting for God's timing and that hand-picked person He has for us.

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