In search of the homeless

So, the monk that my mother and I have respected so much and offered alms to has returned after about 3 weeks out of state. I read on his blog [he's the one I wrote about before, so he's pretty young and technologically inclined] that he has foregoed housing at the temple in true practice adhering strictly to the Buddha's practice. So, this meant he's homeless and living in a park. So my mother and I walked to the temple in the morning like we always did. So that's about a 2 mile walk. We then headed for the park on Strathern street, a little less than a mile away. So then we wandered in the park for about an hour, periodically asking people if they've seen a man in orange robes. People just looked really confused. I really respect his determination and beliefs but omg he made it so hard to find him. We didn't find him at the park and decided to head back to the temple. No one at the temple knew if he was back for sure or not, so we just sat there waiting for my dad. His "grasshopper" called me back to tell me that he was indeed back and that he was at the temple's guest house, about ten feet away from where I was sitting. The irony of venturing far and wide to look for someone who's so close. So my mom and I went to see him finally after being somewhat disappointed about a pointless trip. It turns out that all the temple officials convinced him to return to the temple even though he didn't want to. It must be especially hard for him since he's not Thai.

In other news, no wedding plans yet! LOL. That previous post was so in the moment. I mean that I really do see him as the man I would love to marry, but that's a faraway thought considering that I won't get married until I have my next degree finished. But, I really want to know what happens next. :) He's so freaking cute.

And he was talking to my dad yesterday about what to look for in a good wife and all that fun because his friend's engaged and my dad was teasing him. Too bad I interrupted them. LOL.

mushy

Is it weird, but I think I met the man I want to marry. Yes, coming from me it sounds fickle, since I've crushed on so many people and came up with so many lists of qualities I'm looking for. But, I get a weird feeling from this guy - like I would be very happy with him. The thought of him actually made me think about marriage! And I haven't had a crush on anybody in the longest time! And I remember a fortune teller [yes, I believe that stuff] telling me that in this year or the next, I would meet my significant other. So, all signs are seriously pointing to him. AND my parents adore him so much. I've even talked to my mom about this and she wholeheartedly agrees! Yes, he's a customer, which makes this feel a little uncomfortable and weird in that he knows a lot about me, which is different from all the other boys who've passed by in my life [I sound so old and lame]. I feel like such an old lady writing this. But I know I would get a big laugh from this post in 5 years. Who'll I get married to?

 

And why am I so freaking fixated on marriage? I'm an independent woman of the 21st century and I'm still tied down by these archaic notions. Whatever, I have and always will be a sucker for love stories.

 

So let me describe this knight in shining armor:

-a recently graduated dentist [UCLA]

-tall

-cute [that always factors into my reasoning somehow]

-very nice and polite [especially to my parents]

-really simple and down-to-earth

-somewhat quiet

-always talks to me, even when I'm being mean

 

But all in all, I think I just may really be just in the moment and I’ll laugh like crazy when I read this in a week or so.