By Anna Von Reitz
When I was a young girl I used to dream and wonder like all young women
do--where would I go? What would I do? And, of course, would there be anyone
to share my life? Or would I always be alone?
Try as I might, I had a hard time imagining any man who would be right for
me. I was then, as now, a prickly critter, spunky and sharp as a ripe cheese--
as my beleaguered Mother moaned.... "Oh, I had a little girl and she had a
little curl, right in the middle of her forehead.....and when she was good, my,
she was very, VERY good, but when she was bad.......when she was bad....."
Okay, well, dreaming being what dreaming is worth, I decided that all
things being equal, I might as well like whomever I liked for whatever reasons I
liked him. And I bobbled about like this for quite a number of years with mixed
results that revealed no rhyme or reason and no narrowing down of prospects.
It turned out that while I had really good taste in men, no two boyfriends
were ever anything alike. There was no discernible pattern. Not for me any
simple formula of "tall, dark, and handsome" or "blond, blue-eyed, and strong as
an ox". It got to the point where I even I had to shake my head and my best
friend said, "Just picture your Dream Husband."
Ha!
