What I hated most, when trying to discern my vocation and discerning that my vocation was to wait, was not knowing my marital fate. It was so annoying that something like that was beyond my control. So annoying. And readers occasionally email me with the same frustration, because they want to take a job in another country, but think it will mess up their marital chances, or live in a small town with a great job but no eligible men.
So I have a new thought experiment today. My question is, "What if an angel appeared before you and told you you would marry the perfect man for you, guaranteed?"
Angel: When you're 51.
Angel: Yes, behold.
You: But what about babies?
Angel: The perfect man for you will have really bad mumps at 27, so babies were never part of the plan.
You: Can't I meet him now, before he has mumps?
Angel: No, because he's not ready for you yet. He's living in a commune with a New Age instructor named Starflower.
You: Are you sure this is the perfect man for me?
Angel: I should inform you that not only is every angel his own species, every angel, having immediate knowledge of everything, is deficient in a sense of humour.
You: Okay, okay. But what am I supposed to do in the meantime?
Angel: What would you like to do?
So, poppets, imagine you are for sure getting married at 51. It will be a blow-out wedding. Your spouse will be the handsomest man you have ever clapped eyes on, etc. How are you going to spend your Single life?