As the cupid clock ticks on the Mormon Bachelor bomb for Kent Tuttle, I have been interested in keeping in touch to hear how the sweat beads are gathering on the forehead of his heart.
Turns out, his emotional sweat glands are still very active.
One topic upon which we stumbled in our discussion was timing. And the proverbial question: When will I fall in love?
Proverbial questions usually have boom-goes-the-dynamite answers. As does this one:
When the timing is right.
BOOM. (You've just been "no duh'ed.")
When I graduated from BYU I was ready for love. I had my fun, I dated a ton and I was looking for someone to occupy the space I had cleared on my credit card for a ring (and subsequently a job to pay off the card...but I hadn't gotten that far yet). Unfortunately, my heart was in the midsts of a serious long term relationship with my single life. I figured i needed a change of scenery to distance myself from my croquet in the park with glow sticks athon. So off I ventured to NYC to find love. But what I found was a disconnected fuse next to a fractured shell of wet gun powder. Nonetheless, I was determined that the fourth of July would not be the only fireworks that summer. And just nearing the end of my summer quest, I met an amazing girl. It was destiny. It was true. It was exhilarating. It was perfect. And then...
It was over.
It took a little over two years for timing to be right again, but now, I am back on the bomb squad.
Everyone says love finds you when you're not looking. I'm not sure about that, but I do know that it finds you when you are open to the possibility.
Kent and I were talking about how applying to the Mormon Bachelor solidified in our minds and hearts that we are officially open to love. Maybe it will be found in a grand finale conclusion of an internet reality show, or maybe in the quietudes of a living room on Easter Sunday (what a magic day that is). But whenever it happens, it will happen because we finally decided that dating a bombshell is not enough...it's the fire that matters.
So as a final word to the world....remember that pin Kent and I told you to never pull...?
(and for you literary snobs, yes the extended metaphor of the "heart" went from a forehead to a fickle dater to a a grenade....deal with it. When you have to come up with a new dating extended metaphor every week, call me. Or better yet, write for me.)