The sanctuary building of Old South has been for sale for more than a year and a half. Over this time, the building has been visited and examined by quite a few possible suitors. A few have visited on multiple occasions, sometimes for hours at a time, taking a good long look all around. One of the suitors went so far as to propose— to make an offer— to engage in a long-term relationship with the sanctuary building. In the end, though, the suitor bailed, leaving the sanctuary building at its own altar, all alone. No note. No text. No explanation.

Then there was the time when a friend said that one of their friends would be a perfect match. After spending about ten minutes together, though, it was clear that that friend wasn’t interested even in a second date, let alone a longer relationship.

All of this has me feeling like a teenage girl who just wants to be, like her pals, in a long-term relationship. Yet, despite interest from various parties who have taken a good look at what I have to offer, nothing even remotely meaningful develops. Visit after visit comes to nothing.

What’s wrong with the sanctuary building? Did it say something you didn’t like? Is it not attractive enough? Is its conversation skills lacking? Is it not smart enough? Or maybe it’s too smart? Does it come across as too high maintenance? Sure, that might be a point, but it would be so worth it!

The sanctuary building knows that it could use a bit of spiffing up and I’ll grant you that the building is not the most accessible of buildings (inside and out), but it’s often described as “lovely” and it has a great personality! And check out that organ and that bone structure! Impressive.

It doesn’t help at all that there are other buildings very similar to ours that have found a new long-term someone special, sometimes in just a matter of months. Why not our building? How did we end up here, waiting, trying to keep up a positive attitude?

Our dating coach tells us to be patient, that there’s someone out there for us. But, I can’t help but be increasingly doubtful, and feeling like a forlorn teenage girl, wondering if I’ll ever meet that special someone.