Well, I have once again found myself wishing I had not said anything.  Why you ask?  Because I have a big mouth and I never know when to really be quiet, especially when I'm talking about myself.

I think that I might have found "that one" for me.  Of course, right now, he's taken.  Only dating, not married or even engaged...so i really don't see anything wrong with thinking that I might end up with a guy who dating someone else.  It's not like he talks about her when she's not there, or even when she is.  They don't have much in common, nor are they very serious in their relationship.  Trust me, he's said so. 

No, no, I do definately see room for possibility.  There could possibly be a change.  And yet, I found myself saying too much with everyone present.  Me and my big mouth.  We were all simply talking about how some people just "know" who they are going to marry when they meet them.  Our college pastor, for instance, just knew he would marry his wife on their first date.  So, by my asking him this question, he asked me if I had found "that one."  So, I wistfully answered, I think I may have.

Immediate questioning and grilling proceeded and left me feeling bruised, trapped, and beet red.  Everyone, including "that one," was asking me who this lucky guy was.  I refused to answer.  Not only was my pride at stake, but a big drama could ensue.  Aiia, whoever said love was simple!?  I find myself being ever more drawn to him and loving every minute we are together.  I don't know if he is "that one" but I am completely amenable to that conclusion.