I jumped in my truck and raced off to find my friends. I had just received my letter of admission to a certain desirable university (BYU) and I needed to spread the good news. I rolled down the windows of the truck and blasted the radio so that the whole world (or at least the whole of my little home town) could participate in my joy. Beyonce happened to be the first voice to greet me from the little box in my dashboard.
"All the single ladies, all the single ladies, put your hands up" she sung.
Little did I know that these words would foreshadow my time spent in Provo, Utah, a mysterious land where a majority of people my age would be married or engaged in only a few years after starting college, so accurately.
Thus began my journey into a "sea full of fish", a diverse sea where so many seem to find the anemone to their clown fish. Over the last few years I've spent quite some time as one of those fish that seems to make this sea so full.
For some reason I thought it would be fun to tell that story, the story of me not finding somebody to love, that is. So if you are one who is attracted to the fine art of remaining single, of the intentional variety or not, I would recommend this blog. If you prefer the kind of story that ends with a happily wed couple, you may wish to focus your attention elsewhere.
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