Is There Anybody Out There?

Is there anybody out there? ‘Cause I know three someones who need dates…and I just met someone else who is perpetually lonely. So, make that four someones looking for somebody. How does this happen? What’s wrong with them that causes them to be decidedly single when they have decided they don’t want to be? Because that’s what they have also decided – something must be wrong with them. To be in your 30’s and single with no marriage or even a partner to speak of in sight. They all want to know, “how did you meet your spouse? How’d you get to be so lucky?” (as if the answer wasn’t so obvious with my brains, beauty and bank account). They all want pearls of wisdom when all I have to give them are rocks of nothing. Solid chunks of I-Have-No-Freakin’-Clue. All those philosophies about meeting people are true: you have to love yourself before someone else can love you…stop looking and love will find you…blah blah blah. Could it be as simple as Right Time/Right Place? More like, Right Time/Right Place/Right Face & Patience. Seriously. I wasn’t wanting, neither was he. We were magnets pushing each other away until one of us got turned around.
The running joke is, “If you have any single friends…” and the punchline is, “you guys are my single friends.” Oh yeah.