I waited (though impatiently) decades to meet the love of my life.

I got out. I went to events . . . alone. Traveled . . . alone. Movies, dinner, New Year's Eve, my birthday . . . alone. I went to my next generation of cousins' weddings . . . you guessed it . . . alone. Then all their children's birthday parties . . . alone. Then that generation had dates, and I was still . . . say it with me, ALONE.

When I finally met quality men, they asked the same question, "What's wrong with you? Why are you still . . . alone?"

(OK , they actually asked "why are you still single?" I was just keeping with the theme here).

I had unsuccessfully tried online dating for a project in graduate school, but I really wanted God to send me someone organically.

He didn’t.

I got back online years later. Again, no success.

At the consistent urging of my long-time girlfriend, I got back online yet again. It was a long road full of twists and turns . . . and worth every second (ask me about the attractive man who resided in a sprawling gated community).