Thoughts. They are a-whirling.

I've been thinking a lot lately about the amazing women I know. And I know many, many of them. These people have shaped me and impacted me, moved and delighted me, and made me giggle til I almost wet myself.

And these women (while perfectly capable of living happy lives regardless of marital status) are single.

I should back up.

Most "normal" people in the world would say that 22 years old is a very young age at which to get married. But in homeschooled, middle America this is not the case. From 18 on there were comments and questions and oh-so-many "helpful" people looking to set me up. I'm not really complaining about that, though, because it was never a big enough thing to let myself be bothered over. However, I did constantly wonder why everyone in the world assumed that marriage was the only path to happiness. I swore to never be one of those people.

But I'm afraid that being married to the perfect man has changed my views. I know that I was a very happy single person. I thoroughly enjoyed the (perhaps) few years of my single, adult life. But now I am much happier than I ever was or imagined I would be. Therefore, I am an advocate of marriage (should your mate be perfect, that is).

Now, just because these wonderful ladies I know are not married does NOT mean I pester them constantly or even try to talk them into having relationships. I wouldn't dream of it. But I DO happen to know that these particular people want to be married (someday).

So, it makes me wonder. I wonder where all the wonderful guys are to make good on this opportunity? How can these beautiful, intelligent women and their singlehood go unnoticed? It seems slightly absurd. I hope all the respectable men of the world have not suddenly been abducted.


Dear men,
You are missing the best of the best. You're freakin' morons.
Sincerely,
Rachel