Finding a Way

While perusing through Target the other day, I found a sleep shirt that read "Love will find a Way".

Personally, I'd like to call bullshit on that.

There are plenty of outside factors that put so many obstacles in Love's proverbial path it's hard to claim it will always find a way.

For example, here lately I seem to find men that could be perfect for me. If only they didn't live so damn far away. Of course the dating pool here is terrifyingly shallow. But men who share my interests generally aren't drawn to East Texas. Men who enjoy the arts (and are straight), who are college-educated (and aren't already married) and will put up with my admitted quirkiness are extremely hard to find.

It's not that I've given up hope. I'm just going on hiatus awhile. I'm not going to actively look anymore.

And the funny thing is, everyone always tells me that when you stop looking is when you find that very special someone. My attitude has always been that if I'm not looking for something, I'll never find it.

Maybe the hurdles love has to jump in order to find me have been placed there myself. Maybe love will find a way after all.