It all
started at one of
those singles parties that lonely people seem to end up at especially when
those teenage years are long gone, and it becomes increasingly more difficult
to meet a suitable partner. Don’t get me wrong these single parties have their
uses, after all, everyone there is looking for someone or that’s what you
think. I definitely needed someone I could love again. Loneliness is not
something I would wish on anyone, it can tear your heart out.
Surveying
the talent and the
competition was the evening’s entertainment and I was optimistic it would be a
good night. I wasn’t in a panic just yet that would come later maybe, if I
didn’t strike lucky. It’s a bit like a race where everyone is a runner, and you
don’t want to end up going home, after finishing last without the slightest
hint of a future date. Each time it appears harder and takes longer to find new
love. I have loved and lost. Will I ever find that one love that lasts I ask
myself? Alfred Lord Tennyson
said, “Tis better to have
loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.” Without having loved we are empty
souls cast adrift without passion or emotion, a bare vessel as drifting
flotsam. All these thoughts raced through my mind as my eyes surveyed the
crowd. Would I find another love, someone that I could love again without all
the emotional baggage that I had brought to the table?
Introducing
myself to a group
of people I didn’t know I sat down, and got stuck into the mountain of food
available as we all munched away on the potato chips, pastry rolls, quiche,
sandwiches, and other tasty goodies, when one of the organisers of the singles
party asked me who I was. He was a short and skinny man. Politely, I told him,
and explained that a member of the singles group had invited me so I could take
a look and see if I wanted to join the group. There’s always someone that wants
to spoil the party, I was thinking.
The guy saw
me as a threat, as more competition, I don’t know but I suspect it was the case.
He was quite rude saying I should have been a paid up member of the singles
group before coming to the party. I’d a feeling if I had been a woman he would
have not mentioned a word, and been glad I’d turned up because from what I
could see he needed all the help he could get. Feeling threatened and alone
with this attack I was thinking: All
I wanted was a good night out.
Anyway, I said to
him, ‘usually when I buy a pair of shoes, I like to try them on first,’ whereupon he didn’t say another
word. Hey! I been invited by one of the members of the singles group to a
party, I wasn’t expecting the guy to get down my throat. I just wanted to have
some fun and maybe find a suitable date if I got lucky. Passive is my name. I
don’t look for trouble just the opposite.
Why is it
short guys with a
little power suddenly become little Hitler’s strutting around like headless
chickens. It’s a bit like those individuals who strut around talking on their
cell phones acting like some sort of mini-celebrity as they start to have a
conversation at decibels above everyone else. As if they needed to announce on
their phones to the world that they’re somehow important, don’t you find that
annoying behaviour, I just hope I don’t act like that.
Anyway, I think
everyone at the table could see the fun in what I’d said, because they were all
eager to find out more about me, a girl called Jane in particular.
It ended up
being a good night.
Are you listening, what are you dreaming?
As Jesus said, “belief is everything.”
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