The man of my dreams (and my very pleasant reality)

What is it about my online presence that makes Google Ads think I need a man?!

I understand these targeted advertisements:”Become a Bestselling Author Today for Free!” or “Visit Omaha, Nebraska, the Vacation Capital of the World!” Or, even: “Cyber-Grandparenting — There’s an App for That!”

I write emails, blogs, and status updates about those things all the time.

I even understand how some program with artificial intelligence (an oxymoron of gigantic proportions) came up with the brilliant plan to send me adds for a Power Scooter the day I told our children I had an appointment with a cardiologist.

But what on earth am I saying that makes Google send this? Mature Single Men Looking for Energetic Women of a Certain Age.I have been blissfully married for nearly forty years, for Heaven’s sake! How does Google not know that?????

Maybe, though, it isn’t what I’m saying at all. Maybe it is what I’m not saying. Maybe his name, his wisdom, his generous acts of kindness, and even his endearing quirks simply don’t come up enough in my cyber conversations.

Which, of course, makes me wonder about the other Most Important Relationship in my life. Why isn’t Google sending me ads for Jesus Freak Tee-Shirts?

I think Google has me all wrong. But just in case, I’m going to close this post now and go email my children about how much I love their handsome father and the God who gave him to me.