Most single women are like ripe mangoes...

...anxiously waiting to be picked.

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In the house I grew up, there was a big yard with three mango trees. When I wanted to eat some mangoes, all I had to do was give the trunk of the tree a couple of hits and the ripe mangoes would descend like raindrops. The more ripe the mangoes were, the less force it would require to make them fall. A light blow of the wind would be enough to have the ripe mangoes break off of the branches and fall onto the grass. The really really ripe ones would fall on their own without any "outside" help. They were orange, ripe, juicy and tired of just hanging there on the tree branches. They were as ready as they come.

Nothing wrong with being a ripe mango, but everything wrong with lowering standards to secure matrimonial union. We can't be so desperate to be chosen, "consumed", caught, or loved that it takes minimal to no effort for a man to "capture" us. We can't desire companionship so much that we feel unwanted or not good enough when there's no potential mate in sight.

You have to know the type of man you want, the type that you feel good with, the type that you can handle and live with. Your type. And that man has to want YOU. If a man doesn't fit what you're looking for (considering that you've got realistic demands), don't force it simply because you want a man. 

A wedding is for a day; marriage is for EVER.

Marriage is a difficult journey. It's best to start it with someone you respect and care for, someone who loves you for you. Cliché but true.