Once in seminary I was lolling on my bed describing the kind of person I wanted to marry. About halfway through describing the perfect, thoughtful, well-adjusted, straight-shooting, considerate, and probably non-existent male, I paused and went sheepish.
“I guess I have a bit of a double standard,” I admitted, realizing that I wasn’t exactly the most perfect female myself.
While dating, a person gets to meet a lot of people with character traits that rub them wrong. Every now and then I pause and wonder how many intolerable traits I have myself.
At the bottom of my “things to do while single” list – where all the really worthwhile ideas seem to congregate – is “While waiting for the perfect man, become the perfect woman.” Unfortunately, like most things down there, it tends not to get addressed.
So here’s a new resolution to improve in ways not measurable by test scores or physical evaluation. If you catch me reneging in any way whatsoever, do let me know.