We Are The Two Percent

Ninety-eight percent of me wants to give up...throw in the towel...just say it ain't worth the heartache of tryin' to meet the right woman.  Still, there is that remaining two percent that just won't quit me.  I'm beginning to think that two percent might be my inner-idiot and that I can't read the writing on the wall, even though I am otherwise highly literate.  Oh well, never meeting the woman for me is only guaranteed by not trying, even if actually meeting her seems all but impossible.

To this end, I have joined the Baltimore Area Singles MeetUp group.  They are having a function at Mountain Branch tomorrow - or, uh, later today, I suppose.  There is a well known local cover band playing there, and a group of a baker's dozen from MeetUp showing up.  So I go, have a few iced teas and leave...at worst.  I gotta try.  It's either that or continue dying what feels like a slow and lonely death.  Kerry the therapist thinks I should take a break from trying to meet people for awhile, but I am not content to leave my chance of meeting someone to chance; it hasn't served me well, so far, and God seems to be not on the same page as what I feel like my need is with regard to this issue.  Or, maybe this is one of those areas of life where He just lets us fend for ourselves while He takes care of disease and natural disasters, and such.

Yesterday had been exactly three months since Vickie left her practice.  I still miss her terribly!  We agreed that I could e-mail her every three months, or so, with an update of my goings-on, and find out how she is doing, too.  So, while everybody else was oohing and ahhing over the fireworks, I was authoring my e-mail to Vickie.  It would be great to hear from her.  As therapists go, when they made Vickie they broke the mold.  She is amazing, and her influence in my life is what most likely accounts for that two percent of fight left in me.

After Sunday night's debacle, I'm just hoping to not have to take another proverbial kick in the nuts.  That was not fun.  It has taken its toll this week.  It's funny, too, in many ways Independence Day has that same kinda feel to it as New Year's Eve, and all a single person can see is how it seems that everyone else is paired off with a significant other, seemingly happily.

"Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For", U2.