THROWING MY HAT IN THE RING, FROM DEAD MANS CURVE... Lately, I have been harassed by my family and some friends that I have no excuse now, since dad has gone on, about trying to find a woman that would put up with my BS. For years, years I tell you, I had been teased by my nieces and nephews about getting married. Even mom had a few words to me before she departed, about settling down and finding a woman that would dare go out with me. I know, it was in good fun, and certainly, I know you all have my best interest in mind. However, there are a few things I feel, perhaps, I should share. Firstly, I am grateful that I had the wonderful opportunity to fall in love. I dated some classy women, and almost got married to two of those women. So yes, I had some run ins with love, got my heart broken a few times, and was loved and cared for with passion, by these dear women, who incidentally, have remained some of my close friends. I am thankful for those experiences of holding, caressing, kissing, and loving these beautiful women. But my being married was not meant to be at the time, because I had bigger callings that were waiting for me in the future. Im not sure that a woman married to me would have had a full life with me, while I helped my parents raise my nieces and nephews. I would have been unfair to her to have been asked to put our lives and dreams on hold, while we help my parents and sisters, raise kids. I couldnt ask a woman to do that for me no matter how much she loved me. A friend lectured me a while back about being intimidated by women. She was right, I am intimidated by women, but not in a mucho way, my manhood is in tact. But I am scared of the demands that a woman of this day and age would expect from a man my age. The truth is, worldly, I have nothing to offer a woman. I work the kind of job that a single man is happy and content with, just enough to pay the bills, with a little left over for pleasure. A woman would have to be blind or stupid to accept that kind of mediocrity from a man. If I was married, I wouldnt have had the time to fulfill callings I had been asked to perform for our ward, especially with our youth. It was easy for me to volunteer for camping, activities, hikes, be part of committees, spend weeks up at Pupukea, because I was single. I was always available for the scouts. No married man could have spent all those years in scouting, without affecting his family. Being single made it easy for me to say yes. I spent half my days with dad the last seven years. If I wasnt working or drinking kava, I would be in room 216 at Kahuku hospital. Sometimes i spent nights with him, then go home for a quick shower, and be right back again, in his room, by his side. Im pretty sure that would never happen if I were married. My faith is also in tact. Although I still have vises to overcome, my faith has never wavered. It has been tested, it has been rocked, it has been questioned by others, but I have been through too much to question the Lord. There are endless legitimate reasons of why it wasnt my time to be married. Perhaps it may never happen in this life time. But, raising my nephews and nieces, working with the youth in our ward and in the community, caring for my sick parents, all of these were preparing me for a higher calling. That, I am sure of. Marriage? Maybe, I dont know. But, its not a far fetched idea to think about settling down, now that I have all this free time. All i gotta do now is find a blind and stupid woman, who would put up with my crap. Oh, and heres some advice for you hard to get women who may be crossing paths with me soon...indulge. My good Samoan friend Viliamu Selekisipia gives this great advice: “Tis a commodity will lose the gloss with lying; the longer kept, the less worth. Away witht, while tis vendible.” #IMANIDIOT!
Posted on: Thu, 04 Dec 2014 10:32:34 +0000
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