A Fella Dilemma

So, I’ve been thinking about men recently.

And how I don’t have one.
And how I don’t really care that I don’t have one.
But how I’m worried that at one point I will care.
And by then it will be too late (if it isn’t already).

And then I was thinking about what I would be willing to sacrifice to get one?
Or would I be willing to sacrifice anything?
Or should I have to sacrifice anything?

And then I thought about what I’d be willing to put up with to have one?
Or would I be willing to put up with anything?
Or should I be willing to put up with anything?

All this “thinking” was brought on by a conversation I had with Rachel (Hi, Rachel) about a mutual friend who is marrying a man whose wife died 4 (or was it 5) months ago while giving birth to their 7th child. They met online and are getting married in September.

Now, I know this person. She is an amazing woman. Very intelligent, and not one to make rash decisions. So, I know that if she’s agreed to marry him, then she’s had confirmation from the Spirit that it's the right thing to do.

But, I have to admit, my first thought was “What the?”

And then my next thought was “The only way I’d do that is if the angel Moroni himself came and blew his horn in my face declaring that it should be so!”

Rachel and I then talked about options, or more specifically, our options of marriage and the kind of men that are available as we get older.

(You know the saying that there are always more fish in the sea, but that the older you get, the more there are floating at the top.)

So, I made a list of our available options, in no particular order. (Well, kind of in order of my personal preferences.)

But, since this post is already so long, I’ll give you the list tomorrow. In the meantime, how would you arrange your list of fellas?