Plum Crazzzy
by Monique J. Anderson

I always wonder why am I the one who continually attracts the misfit man, the dog, if you will. At this point in my life and with all that I have to give, one nagging question remains: Why am I not in a committed relationship with a man who has more than just words to offer, but is a man of his word as well as most importantly a man of the WORD? … Everything in me wants a man like my Father in heaven told me I should have. Loving. Dedicated. Sincere. Masculine. A real MAN. A man like … The night I met Mark I had on my favorite designer dress appropriately accessorized with a newly acquired purse and matching shoes. My revealing short skirt, while very attractive, made me feel a little self-conscious in church, but I got over it faster than the several pairs of eyes that kept looking at it… After the conclusion of the new members’ class ….I heard a sound as though straight out of heaven…. "Excuse me, Miss," he said. Tiptoeing like a graceful ballerina, I swirled around in slow motion. It was HIM. I hoped and prayed silently, "Please, Lord. Please, Lord. Don’t let me look as stupid as I feel." With his hand outstretched, he introduced himself. "Hi. I’m Mark. Mark Hayes…."