spring in my heart

There is a blessing to being as handsome as I am. Perhaps the blessing is in my name; it worked well for my father, too. Having a name that actually translates as "cheerful and handsome" is not a bad thing (unless one is an ugly, grumpy person? Then, it definitely sends mixed messages!). More likely, the blessing (and the handsomeness) are derived from good genes, both earthly and spiritual genes. All good thoings come fromthe Father Above.

One of the definite blessings of being fabulously handsome (inside and out) like me, is that I seem to generally attract a certain type of woman, that being one looking for a long-term relationship. This works well with my needs and desires, as well!

So, I do not want to take away my fabulousness from the women of the world who need it. I have been hiding my fair face for far too long; surely they all must be pining for my handsomeness by now? Longing for the me that they have never gotten to have and to behold?

Maybe it is only fair that I get out there and rustle myself up a godd woman soon...

I have been up to bat all of three times in my 39 years. Three times the game of love has called my name and I have walked out to the batter's box with a bounce in my step and a big stick in my hand (incidentally, the stick is inscribed with the name of my heavenly Father, and therefore is incapable of striking out). Twice, I was served up a juicy fastball by a beautiful lady pitcher, and twice I hit it out of the park. The last time I stepped up to bat in the game of love, the pitcher refused to throw the ball to me, so I had to settle for a slo walk around the plates, without the satisfaction of hitting the stuffing out of the ball.

Its time to get up to bat again. Swing for the fences, go deep, bless othjers and be blessed myself.

Never, ever give up on the wonderful and sweet mystery that is love...