Dear Reader,
A writer, speaker, entrepreneur, and director of a non-profit organization, Kim Sorrelle, today's guest author, devoted a year to finding love's true meaning. Her book, Love Is: A Yearlong Experiment in Living Out 1 Corinthians 13 Love, chronicles her sometimes funny, sometimes scary, always enlightening journey that led to life-changing discoveries found mostly on the streets of Haiti.
Kim would love to hear from you and when you email her, you'll have a chance to win one of five copies of her book Love Is. Email: [email protected]
Please welcome Kim Sorrelle...
Wanna C
Help! I'm at a loss as a single woman in my 50's and dating. Or trying to, or now maybe deciding not to. I was married for thirty years, pancreatic cancer happened, and now I feel like I'm being thrown to the wolves. Has dating really changed this much?
My Sunday afternoon started out innocently enough. It was cold, gray, and rainy outside so I snuggled up with a soft blanket, buttery popcorn, and a Lifetime movie inside. I cried when the pregnant protagonist found out that the reason her father-in-law was the perfect match to donate a kidney to save her sister's life is that he, unbeknownst to anyone, is actually her dad's brother from another mother. Then my phone dinged.
Wiping the tears from my eyes, I looked at the message. It was from a man I casually met a few days earlier, way too young for me, but I have a hard time saying "no" when the question is, "Can I have your number?"
34-year-old: "Wat ru doin'?"
What is it with younger people and word abbreviations? I just can't do it. I picture Sister Mary Louis, my Catholic school English teacher, wagging her finger when I even think about using "lol."
Me: "I'm watching a movie. How was fishing?'
(34-year-old texted a picture of himself in an ice shanty earlier in the day.)
34-year-old: "35 gills and 10 numb fingers."
Me: "Any frostbitten toes?"
Harmless, right? What can anyone read into "frostbitten toes"?
34-year-old: "No, but a frozen something else. Wanna c?"
Wanna c what? A frozen can of soda or bag of jerky? What if it's something bad like a frozen squirrel or a frozen woodchuck? I'm not sure if I wanna c.
As I was pondering an answer my phone dinged. I guess 34-year-old took my silence as a "yes."
It took a second to register what I was seeing. At first, I thought it was a picture of a French man from behind; a short guy wearing a beret. But no! It was not a French man and that was not a beret!
O.M.G. (Oh, my gosh!)
I was dumbfounded, disoriented, and disturbed. No, I don't wanna c!
The good news is that I know that there are a lot of great single men out there who keep their pictures to themselves. I might get lucky and meet one someday.
P. S. How do I get this off my phone?
-- Kim Sorrelle
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