This post isn’t going to be a cute story about how I met the love of my life in the grocery store because we were standing next to each other in the checkout line, and I made an irresistibly witty comment about a tabloid magazine, and he laughed at the joke and agreed, and I realized he was exceptionally attractive and he noticed that although I was not the most striking woman he had ever laid eyes on, I definitely had the most beautiful Proverbs 31 ~heart~ he had encountered in the past decade, and he asked me to go to the Starbucks stand within the store, and then ten hours later we went home with ecstatic smiles on our faces, giddy that the Lord had seen fit to bring together two like-minded souls in answer to the prayers of myself and twenty of my closest small group girlfriends. (Seriously, if this story were true, this blog would not exist.)
The unsexy reality is that the likelihood that you are going to meet your future spouse at the grocery store is pretty low. If you did a survey of married couples, the percentage of those whose story began with meeting randomly at the grocery store would probably be in the very low single digits, if that. Much like in the past, the majority of couples meet through family and friends. Probably the next highest percentage meet through some shared activity such as work, church, school, or a hobby. In comparison to the relative power of the aforementioned methods, which have the advantage of screening by those who know both your and his personality, character, and interests, trolling for a spouse in the produce section at Vons is far from the most efficient method. You’re more likely to win free fries from the yearly Monopoly promo at McDonald’s.
I suppose it’s true that opportunity lurks at every corner and that luck — er, providence — favors the prepared, but I just can’t counsel women to feel guilty if they make a run to the grocery store looking less than their best. (If looking less than your best, or at least looking not very good, i.e., like someone trampled over you, is your typical M.O., then we have an issue, but I’ll save that for another post.)