Sam and Betty Help Me Find Happiness: How Do They Always Know?

Monday, January 4, 2010

How Do They Always Know?

I finally heard back from Marc... 21 days later. He sent me the following facebook message, subject line: Hey...

Sorry I never responded back. I honestly didn't know what to say. I can understand if you can't just be my friend, but I hope you will.

What the fuck? I am so angry. I just stopped thinking about him. I was getting over him and all of his games. I was ok with no response. I had deleted everything. I hadn't checked his facebook page in two weeks. I was moving on.

How do guys ALWAYS seem to know when you are moving on and not thinking about them 24/7? Is there a secret device men have in their head the goes off right when their ex is about to move on? This is not the first time this has happened to me and I doubt it will be the last. I really don't get it. Can someone explain it me? Where can I get one of those devices? Are they just for me?

I haven't responded back to Marc's message. All I want to do is scream at him but that is not productive and I don't want to be "that girl". I have no desire to be with him or to be his friend. I'm just trying to figure how to say that in a seemly nice way... if it even can be. One things for sure, I'm going to make him wait.

I'll keep you posted on my response.

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Welcome to My Blog

After some encouragement from friends and the death of my Grandmother, I've decided to chronicle the search for "my one". For the last two years I've been searching for the man who could be "the one" for me... otherwise known as "my one". I've done a great deal of thinking and over thinking about this subject. Maybe putting my thoughts down on paper (and out there for thousands of people to read) will somehow be therapeutic. I hope you enjoy and please feel free to comment. Note: I have changed names in order to protect the men who didn't work out.

The Story of How Betty and Sam Met

The story of how my grandparents (Betty and Sam) met has been passed down from mother to daughter for the last 60 years. My grandmother told my mother, my mother told me, and one day I will share the story with my daughter. It is a rare story about true love. This story is the inspiration for my search for love.

My grandparents met in February of 1945. My grandfather was on leave from the military and waiting for the bus one afternoon. My great-grandfather drove by and asked my grandfather if he wanted a ride (apparently this was normal in 1945). They started talking and my great-grandfather invited my gradfather over for dinner. Later that evening my grandfather came over for dinner. My grandmother, dressed in her factory clothes, opened the door to greet my grandfather. She was so embarrassed she slamed the door in his face ran up the stairs to change. At dinner, my grandfather asked my grandmother out to dinner the next night. My grandmother said no because she had to go buy a baby gift. After being asked several more times by grandfather, she finally agreed. The next night the two went shopping for a babyshower gift. The sales clerk at the store asked my grandfather what size dress their litter girl wore. My grandfather turned to my grandmother and said "I don't know. Dear, what size does she wear?" Embarrassed, my grandmother left the store. My grandfather followed her out and purposed to her outside the store. Three months later, they were married.

Their marrage was cut short in 1968 when my grandfather died of a heart attack. My grandmother passed away on December 1, 2009. She waited 41 years to be reunited with my gradfather. This story shows me that love is out there, I just have to find it. Let's hope Betty and Sam can show me the way.

Hazel E. Long

Monday, January 4, 2010

How Do They Always Know?

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