Finding those cute sunglasses you lost when you were really just trying to find your other shoe? That happened to me recently, but on a much grander scale. Since losing my parents and younger brother Seth in a plane crash ten years ago, I’ve been alone. You wouldn’t have known it to look at me. I have an amazing aunt who moved across the world so I could finish my last three years of high school without moving. Some friends of mine are my family in my heart, whether we’re related by blood or not. But still, I felt alone. I always felt like the life I wanted was just out of reach. Like I was on the outside looking in as friends found the men of their dreams, got married and started families. I wanted that, too, and I put my mind to finding it. Regular readers of this column know how far I took my search for Mr. Right. Blind dates. Speed dating. Internet dating. That time I went out with the insurance adjuster who made a lame comment about a nice trunk while he was supposed to be surveying my wrecked car but was instead staring at my backside.
