I am starting to think that love is all just a game of luck and numbers. What are the chances of me meeting a nice guy before I’m 32? What are the chances of me meeting a nice guy before I’m 35? 40? 50? 60? EVER?!!! What are the chances of it getting serious? What are the chances of getting married? What are the chances of staying married? I don’t know the answer to any of these questions, but I do know that the odds never seem to be in my favour.
I have always believed that there is somebody out there for everybody. There has to be. There are so many people in the world, some of them you will have a bond with and some you won’t. But to find “the one” you both have to be at the same place at the same time, whether it be virtually or in real life. Either that or people you both know have to be at the same place at the same time. What are the chances of that? It’s a bloody huge planet! So I do believe that there is somebody out there for everybody, but I am not convinced that those people always find each other. You’ve got to have hope. But at what point does hope just become hopeless disappointment. At what point do you admit defeat and accept that the game is over. Admitting the game is over can halp you to move on and learn to be happy with your own company and truly appreciate your loved ones. But it can lead you to missing out on valuable opportunities. So is ending the game really the right thing to do?
They say that you find the one when you least expect it. But why is that? And when somebody interesting comes along it turns into a bit of a gamble. Do you play it safe and stick with what you are used to? At least that way you know the outcome. Or do you take a risk and hopefully end up really happy.
So many numbers, so many questions, so much to think about. But I do know that it’s not very often that somebody likes me in that way, and that I like them as well. So when it does happen, I never let the opportunity go to waste.
xx ❤ xx