Everyday, Racquel Johnson wakes up, steeps a pot of Earl Grey tea to accompany her lemon-raspberry scones, watches “The Today Show,” and proceeds to read through the millions of emails in her inbox from male interests; men privy to the profile she’s posted on a multitude of dating sites in an effort to find a prime candidate to meet the desires of a woman’s heart.
Finding a good prospect in this day and age is like the “Needle in the Haystack” theory; plenty of straw to sift through, but it remains hard to uncover what you’re looking for without a lot of patience and willpower to not settle for less.
What Racquel wants is simple: a good man, preferably a brother, but she’s not opposed to interracial options. An intelligent male, someone willing to venture off into mind-bending waters and explore the upside of creating memorable dialogue. He must be financially able to run his own colony (take care of himself), sweet-tempered, not into a lot fuss and easy on the eyes.
Sadly, Racquel finds herself searching more than actually being found. Finding love can be a full-time job, and, unfortunately, the work comes in more of a freelance form and doesn’t pay quite what it’s worth.
Interestingly enough, the man who Racquel is searching for is not a mate for herself . . . rather, her continual sifting and digging through personal ads, and the professional men she meets in passing, are in an effort to find the perfect mate to pair with her daughter.
Strange? Well . . .
Racquel Johnson is a fictional character, but, unfortunately, her decision to find her daughter the perfect husband isn’t as far fetched as it seems, nor may it be deemed a bad idea to some parents who believe that without their help their child won’t find the best spouse.
Back when many of our parents were our age, the idea of being single at thirty, a single parent, or bearing children out of wedlock wasn’t entirely a bizarre concept, but it wasn’t the norm like it is today.
With the lack of stable households nowadays, I can see why some parents would be convinced that, when it comes to love, today’s young adults aren’t exactly seeing things clearly, and likely are in need of their parents’ help to find someone worthwhile.
Our moms did exceptional jobs raising us to be upstanding citizens, so why wouldn’t they be the perfect people to identify what’s best for their children? They want for us what we all want: a self-sufficient partner who has a strong moral foundation, and understands what it entails to be in a relationship and won’t sidestep on those responsibilities.
With initiative on a mother’s side, finding a match for her child, or pairing up with other mothers looking to do the same thing, isn’t very hard, thanks to today’s technology.
Datemysinglekid.com is a website founded by mother Geri Brin, that gives a dramatically diverse look at the lengths to which one parent will go in order to find her son or daughter the perfect mate.
On the site, you have the option of browsing through profiles of single “kids,” as well as creating one for your own progeny, to showcase their shining and datable qualities. You can then screen the men/women, and if they fit your standards, you can set them up on a date with your son or daughter.
How easy is that?
Although seemingly archaic, when you consider that monarchies from the days of yore practiced this method, many mothers see no issue with adding a buck to their previous two cents and sticking their nose all the way into their child’s dating practices.
It’s all out of love and concern, and a mother’s desire to not leave their child out on a limb with the wrong husband, but what is intended to be an aid can easily be viewed as an intrusion.
But I can’t call it.
We’ve heard of parents helping their kids to get a job, but is it wrong or right for them to try and pick out their child’s significant other too? What are your thoughts on the matter?