i think there is something about a single gal that makes some people nervous. especially here. i went to get my hair cut several months ago, and when the gal cutting my hair learned that i have no children and am not married the conversation sputtered and died. she didn't know what to say to someone like me. you know, female, mid-twenties, and unattached. the horror. i'm an unusual phenomenon here. and what's really a mystery is that i am not especially concerned and not actively going out and trying to find myself a man. something must be done.
roscoe started years ago, trying to get me up to canada to meet his grandson. that failing, he tried to get us to meet here in twin. alas i happened to be out of town when the canadian lad arrived. it would almost seem as if i were trying to thwart his near fail-proof plan to marry me off.
never to fear, the next attempt soon followed. except this time my next-door neighbor is scheming. whenever someone prefaces what they are about to tell you, it usually means they ran over your cat or they are trying to set you up with someone. "you might think this is really weird, but i'm going to say it anyway. i know it sounds crazy, but..." ok, ok i'm thinking, who is he? ah, her nephew. hmmm.... "it's no big deal, just dinner, or maybe coffee," she says. dinner!? dinner no big deal, since when is dinner no big deal? i mean, it is no big deal. if it's your mom, or business, or an old friend, or even someone nice you meet. but dinners with nephews, or grandsons, you've never met seem too much.
apparently the nephew knows very little about his aunt's plot, and apparently he's coming to our barbeque with her in a few weeks so that we can be coincidentally introduced. wow. the best part is that lisa and mike, no matter what drama unfolds or doesn't, are sure to make fun of me for the rest of the summer. oh boy. something must be done.
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Skip the BBQ and come to the one at golden gardens tonight instead :)
Why don't people try to arrange Mike and Lisa's wedding for them? (that's kind of like setting up 2 single people together...right?)
I know it's shameful, but I can't wait to see how this goes...You should show up wearing a disguise. Black out a tooth or two. Wear a mustache. Something to that effect.
Today a 9-year-old told me that I am not an adult. When I asked her when I would become an adult she said, "when you get married and have kids and stuff."
Make that two votes for wearing a mustache.
Oh boy, here we go again... ;) You shall tell us how it goes.
I have to agree, I think it a mite strange that you haven´t met the right dapper lad yet and settled down to a life of passion.
Give him hell.
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