Monday, Mar. 11, 2002 - 9:46 p.m.
WAITING FOR THAT “DEAR JOHN” LETTER
It’s so ironic. I meet the perfect woman. We fall in love. Our hearts sing with ecstasy and intensity. We plan a future for our children and ourselves. And then...
Well this would not be the LoveSick Chronicles if a happy ending were about to unfurl.
As fate would have her wicked way, she sends her messenger to step upon my heart mid-beat. I’m definitely not one of those perverted dirty old men. I’m a man in search of my unborn family. Day and night I dream of the many pleasures a beautiful wife and children will bring me.
True, I find younger women attractive, but not for their external beauty alone. I want to have children, and it seems that unmarried women their 30s are not interested in a 40-something guy with a family quest. They prefer a rich guy with a family crest instead. (Metaphor intentional – no comments please.)
I met that perfect woman but I hadn’t counted on her family rejecting me! We are both tortured by this turn of events. Our love struggles with the flesh, fantasy and future, while our faith is torn between the Lord’s way and the easy way.
I thought those days were behind me. But Alas! They reappear, in all their glory. Cynical Father eyeing me from behind his evening paper from the corner chair in his castle. His little girl sacrificed nightly whenever we date. Warnings! And mistrust...
I feel so sorry for this perfect woman. Young, yet responsible, yet shackled to her teen years by parents selfishly setting a course for her that suits their own dreams – not hers. And she, innocent and wanting to please her parents whom she loves dearly these 23 years of her life.
I ask, does her Dear John fulfill her as I do? Does he understand her and feel her every movement? Does he know of what unfelt passion she weeps? And her desires that he does not create? Does she love him as she loves me?
I make this wish for everyone... I pray that Dear John learns the inner most secrets of her heart as I have learned them. I pray that she teaches him to love her as she has taught me. I wish the couple intensity in love. And I hope that invites me to her wedding this Fall.
Good bye Perfect Lady. I’ll mind the flowers for you and sit with you golden retriever in the sunset of my life – warmed by the setting sun over the ocean of tears shed by countless fatherless men, with children not yet born – souls not yet sent from God. Good bye Perfect Lady. You were my life’s Harrah!
