In today’s fast-paced and modern life, how does one find true love?

Are we even supposed to?

I find myself thinking about love and relationships more lately. Having reached that forty-second birthday and finding myself still without that elusive partner, I question love and whether there is something strange about being without it. Is it bad to still be alone at this age?

What I find totally amusing is that, even though I haven’t found love, there are people out there who ask me to help them find it. I have to laugh when this happens because I am hardly an authority on the subject. I cannot even find myself a date! I am guessing that, it is not because I am an expert but because I have been around a lot longer than most of these people. I suppose in this case, age beats out beauty in the quest for love.

Only for love that is not mine…

What intrigues me most is why people assume that I am able to help them. What is it in my nature that makes people believe that I can help them with this? I would be really interested because I don’t think I exude wisdom.

I was telling someone yesterday that, when I was in college, I was infatuated with one of my classmates. We were good friends and it wasn’t unusual for him to talk to me about his relationship difficulties. Having never had the guts to tell him that I liked him, he probably had no idea and just talked freely about anything. I never, ever told him. I was a fool! I liked our friendship and felt that it would just complicate things. Actually, I think that I feared rejection more than anything and that is why I never mentioned it.

Nevertheless, people still look to me for advice. Amusing, non?