Wow.... Life can be good

I having been visiting alot of my friends lately and the recurring theme has been that men in Tallahassee aren't about anything. I was sitting with one of my friends and she was talking about how she had given up on finding anyone in Tally. She was going to wait on God because that is where the message in the ministry was leading her. I listened to alot of the things she had to say and realized that in alot of ways we are in the same place in life. I'm waiting on him but right now I don't want to be alone or lonely.
So the 1st question that I have to ask is what is lust?, and do all of us meaning most females confuse lust with love?
I pose this question because alot of the engagements that I have seen over the last two months are based on what I considered to be the lust factor. He satisfies me in some way so that must mean that we are right for each other. Like he provides me with money or he satisfies me in the bedroom... things like that. Are these really reason to marry someone or just excuses for lusting after something that keeps us from being lonely.
So what happens when we do confuse lust for love, how do we see that real thing and does anyone really know what that real thing is.??

My 2nd question is how do we know when we are turning away Mr. Right?
As females with have the option to choose with whom we spend our time and how much of that time we choose to spend with someone. But how do we know that the person we just refused to give our number too was not the person that fit all those characteristics that we are looking for in a man. Not to say that we are supposed to give our numbers to every Tom, Dick, and Harry, But are we really being too picky and eliminating options that might be right for us.
My mother, in another clarifying moment for me as to how she views me, made the comment that based on the type of man that I currently have been wasting my time on, what was I turning away. Not much really, especially here in Tallahassee.
But this comment allowed me to realize that my mother thought I was overly picky, and yet she has never seen anyone that I have rejected nor has she known much about the men (whoops, I meant boys) that I have dated. ( That is a problem that will be corrected very quickly... you want to talk to me... come meet my mother I want to know what she thinks of you first)

I have shied away from the bringing my relationships into the family light because my family is extremely overprotective and yet I have found them not to be too far off in their assessment of a persons character, and trust if my uncles don't like someone they will tell it. The paradox here is that my uncles don't want me with someone but think that I am weird because they haven't seen anyone.

Anyway. I am still on my road to self recovery from this horrible Monday.... But I have never had a better post-traumatic experience.