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What Every Girl Should Wake Up To

There are some things that every girl deserves, married or single, short or tall, big or small.

This morning I had a message in my Plenty of Fish inbox:

“Sometimes you open your eyes and see pure beauty, and you don’t know what to say. That’s what’s happening right now for me.”

Wouldn’t it be great if every girl everywhere could wake up to that?


Strength for Today and Bright Hope for Tomorrow

This is one of my favourite hymns (sung by one of my favourite Gospel artists). It came to my mind as I was listening to a sermon last night. I’ve heard the song many times and I’ve heard the sermon more than once, but something new came to me as I pondered this one line of “Great Is Thy Faithfulness”.

I’ve been asked no small number of times how I do it. How on earth am I still a virgin at age 29? People express how they can’t understand how I can live without sex. It’s the same for me as alcohol – kind of hard to miss something you’ve never had. But that doesn’t mean I’m a prude and it doesn’t mean I’ve never thought about sex. I’m 29, let’s be realistic here.

But as I played through and was singing this song this morning with these thoughts in mind, I realise that it is the grace of God that has kept me pure through my life. “Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow, blessings all mine and ten thousand beside.” I have no doubt that as I live my life faithful to the God that put me here, that He will be faithful to me and those blessings really will be all mine when the time comes.

Isn’t it true that the longer you wait for something you really want, the better it is when you finally get it? When you’ve been craving something for so long that it’s better than you remembered it to be? For all of you girls (and maybe guys) who have been waiting whether you’re fresh out of high school or pushing 30, like me, God is faithful. He wouldn’t ask us to do the impossible if it weren’t possible (remember Luke 1:37, “For nothing is impossible with God.”).

I find that the more I stick with and to God, the easier the wait is. I’m not saying it’s easy at all, but the burden is not my own to bear and I’m trusting in my faithful God that, when the time is right, all this waiting will be worth it. God’s strength for me today will become my bright hope tomorrow.

That Awkward Moment

We all have those awkward moments, especially when it comes to the search for that certain someone.

Today, my awkward moment came when I looked at who Plenty of Fish matched me with. I usually don’t put much stock in who they offer me. Just because we both like music and live near Vancouver doesn’t mean we’ll be able to live in sweet bliss together for the rest of our lives. Today is no exception. On the my list of matches for the week was none other than my brother-in-law.

What’s your brother-in-law doing on Plenty of Fish? you may ask. Well, he’s only still technically my brother-in-law. He won’t be for long, but still. For 10 years, he’s been my brother. Soon, he won’t be (for reasons we won’t discuss here, but they’re good ones). And now, Plenty of Fish thinks we’d be good together? I think not. My nephews would then be my step kids and my sister would be my husband’s ex and he’d be her brother-in-law and things would just get messier than they already are.

Plenty of Fish, please, please work on your matching system. It doesn’t work. Thanks.

I was hoping that was a cat in his shirt…

I came across this guy today thinking it was Mr. Cat In My Jacket. It wasn’t.Image

Is that hair on your chest or are you… oh, that’s your cat.


I kid you not, yesterday I came across a profile and the guy’s main profile picture was him looking as though he’d just had the best day of his life with his cat stuffed into the front of his jacket. Unfortunatly (or perhaps fortunately) I haven’t been able to find it again.


I don’t like cats. Aside from the fact that I’m allergic to the little beasts, I find them annoying. They’re awake at awkward times of day making horrific noises keeping neighbours awake. They bite and scratch and tangle themselves between your ankles as you try to walk. I think I’d rather have a mouse problem than a cat. At least I think mice are cute. As for men and their felines, that I really don’t get. Cats are chick pets. You know, Hello Kitty-ish… though I did see a guy driving a BMW the other day with a Hello Kitty bobble head on the dash and the car proudly sported a Hello Kittly license plate frame.


If I were a dude, I’m not sure I’d want to flaunt the fact I were a cat lover. It’s just not cool. It’s not manly. And if you want to date me, the cat’s just got to go!


Burn Before Reading


If my computer were paper-based, I think I’d be burning a lot of messages before I ever read them. For those of you who are familiar with the online dating scene, you may understand what I mean.

I never read a message before I’ve viewed the profile of the sender and, sometimes, I don’t want to read the message after viewing the profile of the sender. Let me show you some examples:

I got a message from changes604 today. The picture that shows up as his primary photo is so grainy it’s difficult to tell if he’s even human or not. The only other photo he has on his profile is even worse than the oh-so-popular bathroom/iPhone photo. It’s a photo of a photo on a phone. My question is, if the photo is already on a cellular device, why did he need to take a picture of it on the device. Could it not have just been emailed? Anyway…

Aside from the photos, changes604 is a 27 year old labourer with no post-secondary education. I’m particular about whom I communicate with. Not that I have anything against labourers – society needs them – but just because you work hard for a living, doesn’t mean you can’t take the time to use some spelling and grammar. The first line or changes604’s profile goes a little something like this:

“Hey Everyone MY name is Robert :D” It only gets worse from there. He uses a double period (..) to end what I believe to be sentences and doesn’t use another capital letter until the very last word – “Peom”. Aw, he wrote a peom. If only I knew what a peom was! changes604 frosts his profile with a bang: “I HAVE FACEBOOK ALSO IF U WANA ADD ME ALSO LOVE TEXTING REMEMBER AGE IS ONLY A NUMBER”.

And then I made the mistake of reading the message. (Oh that I could have burned it before reading!) “heyh ow are u” You know when you blow up a balloon and are just about to tie the knot and it just flies out of your hand? That sound played in my head when I read this message. But it didn’t stop there! Oh no! When I failed to respond, he sent another – “we soudl hang”. I told him I didn’t know what “soudl” was and wasn’t sure I wanted to be involved with it. He then asked me to go see a movie with him. Followed by, “how u like my page” and “would u like my facebook”.

As politely as I could (which probably didn’t come across at all friendly) I told him that he might want to read my entire profile and that I wasn’t in the habit of dating people who had an aversion to spelling, grammar, capital letters and punctuation.

He didn’t respond again.


It’s not just us.

Ladies, we’re not the only ones who are losing hope in men altogether. I was talking to a friend last week and he was kind of excited to go out on a date with a new guy. I’m not sure how they met, but I know that my friend spent all week texting back and forth, planning to get together over the weekend.

I was talking to him yesterday and, after all the excitement prior to the date, expected a good report. Not so. He said it was one of the worst dates he’d ever been on. They had made plans to go for dinner and the guy actually went to a barbecue and ate beforehand! My poor friend spend the night miserable and hungry. He wasn’t at all disappointed that he didn’t hear back from his date.

The moral of this story, is that ladies, we’re not the only ones frustrated with men. They’re frustrated with their own kind, too. But now I’m not sure if this gives me hope or makes me more depressed…