I don’t really know how to relate to a long-term day-in day-out kind of comfortable relationship.
Last Saturday night, I spent a few moments showing my daughter-in-law some of the men who were viewing my bio from the online dating site most famously known as Plenty of Fish. Of course, she had never been on the site since she is married to my wonderful oldest son, but I just had to do a little show and tell. As an oldest child, I have never been able to shake or break Kindergarten and “sharing” time.
My daughter-in-law became intrigued with the site and menu options including a bunch of different guys who get to view you without even asking. We spent time having fun and cracking up at guys who submitted photos without consulting a loved one. Anyone who has loved ones understands censorship. We settled on a photo of a scruffy looking guy with blue eyes and decided to write him a “quick note”. Is there any other kind? I simply said, “Hello”. Mindful, we were only doing photo shoots and had not progressed to the reading of the personal information stage.
Next morning, scruffy guy writes back and tells me his name and that is it. So, I decided to read his bio which took about an hour. It seems some guys are much better with their fingers than they are with their mouths and tell more than they should. Scruffy shared his likes, dislikes, books, music, quotes, inspirations and perspirations. There was so much stuff that I am sure that the length would qualify for an extra volume of the Encyclopedia Britannica, but they are probably no longer in print.
Scruffy wrote a few more emails with only a couple of words. His last question was with regard to knowing where I lived. Our distance from each other was about an hour too long. After this information, I did not hear from him and decided to let him off the hook with a short note and told him, “bye”. His reply, “I’m looking for long-term? Are you?”
Dazed and confused and trying to figure out how the man of a thousand words who was searching for a long-term gal decided to tell me so with just a few words. Was he all worded out? Did someone else compose his scripture? How do you get to long-term with only a few term words in an email? For all I know, he may be a fan of buffets since it involves long-term sitting and eating and I am not going there.
In the end, I am done with Mr. Long-Term. Who asks such a question? Well, it certainly has to be a guy below the age of 55. Anyone over the double nickels knows that long-term is only for a day. Any time more than that is up to speculation and not worth the worry that long-term, like financial planning, may crash on Wall Street.
Goals help you overcome short-term problems.