To paraphrase Beyonce, this one’s for all the single ladies out there, at least the Christian ones.
The rest of you can read along, too.
Occasionally I run into a man I’ll call Bob. I’m not sure how old he is or what he does for a living, only that he has a steady job — with insurance and benefits. He has all his own teeth, doesn’t live in his parents’ basement, has a reliable vehicle and a good sense of humor.