As I diligently attempt to fulfill my 2024 goal to meet someone who’ll be my soulmate, my happily ever after and real life Love Later, this old saying comes to mind: “You have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.”
Unless you’re a Disney Princess, there’s more to knowing you’re with your person than kissing them. In fact, for me, kissing is an intimacy that’s only shared after I’m fairly certain the person I’m locking lips with might be the right one!
Therefore, I’m changing the quote to: you have to meet a lot of frogs before you find the one.
I’m not searching for a prince or a knight in shining armor. I don’t need someone to save me or take care of me. What I desire is for a decent man to share my life with. Someone who’s kind, intelligent, open-minded, communicative, with a sense of humor and goals to pursue. With whom I can share emotions, strength, and resilience in the good times and bad. If he happens to be attractive, it’s a delightful bonus.
I want to fall in love—with all its spine tingling, toe curling magic. But it takes time, and as the years go on, time is of the essence.
Which brings me back to the point. How many chances do you take in search of Mr or Mrs Right?
We all know dating is much different from how it was. For those of us over fifty, organic meeting is the exception, not the norm. Which leaves us with on-line match-ups that can be like walking a daring tightrope. Tempting fate at every swipe right, wondering if the person we’re speaking to is a scamming credent. Add in AI, and we must be tech savvy to determine if the person is real or a bot.
The stranger danger warning from friends, and the frightening possibilities we hear every day, can push us into a despairing corner where we just give up.
However, I am not a quitter and I won’t give up on my dreams!
If we become so ensconced in looking for red flags, we’ll miss the green flags. This is where savvy common sense logic and balance kicks in.
Decades ago, when I met my late husband, an executive where I worked, he was older than me by twenty-two years, divorced with three children. My colleagues warned me he was a “flirt”, a “player who wanted one thing.”
Did I listen? Nope. We traveled a somewhat rocky road. But he never cheated, never went back on his word, nor did I. We dated for seven years, and were married for twenty before circumstances caused our marriage to end.
I have no regrets. Our union blessed me with three amazing sons and beautiful memories that far outweigh the times of strife.
Now as I now dip my toe in the dating pool, I remind myself If I had listened to the warnings all those years ago, I would have missed the life I cherish, the one that makes me who I am.
So with caution, I’ll swipe right on the men who seem plausible. I’ll meet the frogs through calls and video chats (in-person will wait until I’m comfortable) and hopefully one will be the real deal.
If not, at least I’ll know I didn’t allow fear keeping me from what might be my happily ever after. 😍