Well today is Aug. 10. There is nothing too special about that date. Man did not land on the moon or sign a grand peace treaty on this date. It is, however, my birthday.
I'm 37 years old today, and like most birthdays I try to take stock of my life. I also take a look at life's big questions. Why I'm still single, should I get back into shape, am I getting too old to start having children, did I put out the garbage? You know - life's big questions.
This next part might sound clichÈ, but I don't feel like I'm 37, and I'm not all depressed or sitting around wishing I was 17 again. But it has got me thinking about a promise I made long ago.
Have you ever seen those movies where a guy and a girl make a promise that if by a certain age they weren't married they would meet up at a certain place at a certain time?
Well the promise that I made was something along that line. A few weeks ago, it dawned on me that my 37th birthday was fast approaching, and that long- remembered promise unexpectedly popped back into my head.
I made this promise about 15 years ago late one night at a party while talking to a friend of mine at the time. We decided if neither of us were married by the time we were 37 we would marry each other.
Over several bottles of beer, we sat together on a porch and talked about how nice it would be to have a person to go through life together. How nice it would be having somebody that would always be there for each other. Having the opportunity to bring life into this would and to teach that life our values. And after all these years, I still feel the same way. But like most friends from our youth, people sometime just drift away and since that time my friend and I have gone our separate ways.
So now I have a lot of questions regarding this promise. Should I try to find her? What if she is now married? Or maybe she didn't take that promise as seriously as I have recently, or what if she has been taking the promise too seriously? What if we're not compatible after all these years? All these questions have been fluttering around my head lately.
But what's driving me completely up the wall about this promise is that for the life of me I can't remember the name of the young lady who I made that promise to.
You would think that if such an important promise were made the fact of the woman's identity would be a crucial part of that promise. My only defense is that it was a long time ago. And who would have thought that 15 years later I would still be single? I know at the time it was a safe bet and our plan was just a contingency plan.
So as another of life's little jokes is played out , there is only one thing I really can do. That is to send this column out into the sea of people in hopes that she still remembers. After all, I still have a year until I turn 38.