Dating & Relationships

I had a type. It changed occasionally (OK, regularly), sometimes depending on the last film I had seen or whoever I had just passed in the street. But there was always someone – a hypothetical someone – who ticked all the boxes. An invisible standard, lurking in my subconscious, by which all potential suitors would be measured. I just had to wait for him to glide majestically into view.

‘Just wait on the Lord, HopefulGirl. I believe He’s got a lovely husband lined up for you.’ That’s what a dear old Christian lady told me one Sunday, as we shared coffee after morning worship. It wasn’t the first time I’d heard it. Many times over the years, well-meaning people told me God had a plan for my life, and had already ear-marked my future husband, ready to be delivered to me at the appointed time.