After a particularly heated debate in blog land many, many moons ago I vowed that I would stop posting my opinions on dating. Because really, what did I know? I married my college sweetheart and quite honestly have never dated as an adult. All of my dating took place around frat parties, Homecoming dances and all-school skate nights. Concerns about a potential suitor’s credit score, income, car, children, ex-wife, home-ownership? Never came into play. As long as he was nice, could take me to the movies (and yep, we still had $1 movies back then), take me to Little Rock (the big city) every now and again, and wasn’t on the freak list? I was good.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t read blog posts dedicated to dating, watch news reports on how hard it is to get partnered up in these days and times, or ignore the fact that I know scores of awesome men and women who cannot seem to meet Mr. or Mrs. Right.
I also observe the world around me and it really, truly makes me concerned for LG and her future relationships. Have people always been so…crazy?!?!?
So I’ve been thinking that while LG would probably protest and fight me with the strength of a thousand sumo wrestlers on this – if I could? I would totally arrange a marriage for her. I know, or “know” lots of folks who are raising boys to be men in a manner of which I “approve.” If the apples don’t fall from the tree? These boys will be good husband material in the next, oh say, 20 years.
So, if you’re parenting (or know of) a young man between 8-13 who loves God, is kind, plans to pursue higher education, and can deal with a chatty, marvelous only girl child whose parents want and plan nothing but the best for her? Holler at me. I kid. Kind of…
Of course, I type all of this knowing good and well that if arranged marriage was a part of my reality, my mom would’ve hooked me up with K, a boy I went to high school with, who had no sense of humor, and never talked. Totally wouldn’t have worked!