[] glass social houses []

As I was waiting on my "sandwich artist" at Subway to make my veggie patty concoction, a little old couple pulled open the glass door and stood near me. They were probably in their 70's, retired and out traveling the world. They both had some old skool sweaters on that had probably seen the world with them. She wore a Estes Park, Colorado adorned with a blue bird-twig combo painted on the chest, while his was a bold font ALASKA with a wolf and snow background. Smiling and almost even giddy, they stated that they've "never ate here before" looking at me, the "sandwich artist" and each other. Every decision from what bread and cheese they would like, to the exact veggies they could tolerate was dependant upon the other persons decision. For instance, he wanted wheat, but when his wife chirped up and wanted something else, he simply smiled at her and stood quietly. She quickly recanted her bold decision to accommodate him, but then he insisted on what she wanted. I was totally enjoying watching them, but it was driving the workers and the people behind them crazy. They were oblivious. They didn't care. They were in love…let me explain:

Do you remember liking someone before Facebook or Myspace, or even texting? It was radically different. It was easier to comprehend why I was single, or why he didn't get a hold of me, or why he didn't show up, or why he didn't tell me he had a girlfriend because I only had my imagination to conjure up little excuses for him, or quaint little mental picture of me and him and nothing else in the world but us and well, who else is there?...it was easier to deal with because there wasn't any other way to be connected, other than the phone, really.
Now, when I know I share the same networking sites as him, that he has my cell number, knows my address, knows my work schedule and STILL doesn't call me, I cannot help but take it extremely personal. I think it's a natural desire to know what someone is into, who they are, what words they say to others, what photos they are taking, what they might say they do from day to day, what they find interesting, and how people converse with them, its all fascinating. But its like we live in glass social houses that people can dvr for their viewing pleasure. This natural desire has turned into a feeling of entitlement into someones world, which isn't healthy at all...

"but maybe he was at a market, buying me some wildflowers- knowing how much I hate roses- and on the way back to his car, trips over the curb and breaks his sweet little fingers causing him to be immobilized, maimed from any social networking for a few weeks..."

…but then trolling around his sites and blogs and tweets and underwear drawer (basically, right?) I see that he's not only socially networking his ass off, but he's apparently going out with cute-ish girls and having great fun with them leaving comments like "....had such a great time with you, see ya next friday"...knock, knock, knock- who's there??? heartbreak, sucker…

I assume the Estes Park-Alaska couple have never had their heads and hearts boggled by this whole networking fog. Their love that day was so endearing and simple. And they deserve it, they put in years of work to be there in front of me, looking like two giggly 12 year olds. I want something like that (but perhaps with a man that is way more independent with his sandwich choices.)

Seriously though, I want a love that is amazing and deserving of such dedication and work. I know my love is on the horizon and I wait patiently. Very patiently. (clears throat) Very very patiently for Gods extravagant love and amazingly detailed protection to be played out. And until then, I am in a great season of singlehood, preparing and cultivating my own heart to share with that someone as they search thier own horizions...