“Oh, you have standards, pet. I hope they help you on with your coat when you're 70.” ~Lost in Austen
My Mother told me the other day to lower my
expectations, that I will not marry Tim Tebow.
Trying to cheer me up; it backfired.
This was a sensitive subject at the moment. Why must I lower my standards when Tim
Tebow does exist? Although, the actual
Tim Tebow (or Big Business, as I like to call him) would be nice, I am under no
delusion that I am going to marry Big Business himself…probably. The idea of him rather, is what interests me;
the idea that there are actual men out there.
And by men, I mean MEN; Godly, big, strong, manly men.
They seem to be few and far between but Big Business proves that nice guys DO exist! So, what is so wrong with having high standards? Isn't lowering your standards a lack of faith? I think I would rather stay single than settle.
I am not turning down the chance to ever be married and have
kids. If the opportunity presents itself
and Opportunity is devilishly handsome, I would be more than willing to accept. In the case that he can’t find me because I
am much too busy living my own life, it will be OK. I have me.
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