Keeping the faith

I had a very frustrating talk with my shrink the other day.

"I know a lot of jerks who are NOT nice people and yet they have still managed to get married and live happily ever after. I don't understand that. It's not fair! I'm attractive, I'm fun, I date regularly. Why is it so hard for me to find Mr. Right?"

"Lisa, you don't have to be a nice person in order to get married," said the wise psychiatrist, "In fact, a lot of not so nice people find their mates every day."

*GASP* Then what the heck have I been doing all this time? Did someone change the rule book and not tell me? WTF is going on here?

"Alex, I would like to buy a clue for two hundred please."

So, let me get this straight. Being a nice person doesn't matter? The fact that I'm a loyal friend, a good daughter, a loving and responsible pet owner, a decent human being, and add the fact I give elderly people my seat on buses and trains counts for naught?? Apparently not. Damn it!

Well, I guess my consolation prize is knowing I am indeed a nice person. And I am reasonably sure I have some pretty good karma banked - Woo Freaking Hoo. But I understand now that the the sterling qualities I possess are not necessarily required skills to live happily ever after with said husband. Wow, now THAT sucks.

Maybe being a not so nice person is the way to go then? Hmmm. Maybe I should be disrespectful, treat people badly, be thoughtless, behave selfishly and just live in my own zone. Screw the world!

Nah.

So, I guess then I will just live my life. Have fun. Stop and smell the roses. Drink good wine. Try new things. Laugh at bad puns. Eat yummy desserts, (on occasion :-)) And I'm just going to trust that when it is meant to be it will happen. And that the wonderful man I want will suddenly just be there. Like he had been there all along. And hopefully he will have been waiting for me too.

I just got to keep the faith...