Florence says:
When you’re a spinster of my vintage, that is to say: looking at the underside of thirty-five, and with the capacity to look a little pretty on occasions, and acceptably average on every other day, (and haggard on those days when you're sleep-deprived and stressed) sometimes friends decide to be helpful. As awkward as it can be, I love them for it.
I have one lovely friend who at the mere mention of a man being anywhere in the vicinity of single and in my age-group and she starts joking about having bridal satin samples in the back of her car for me to look at. It’s adorable, and I love her for it. She said to me this week, as I shrugged off the idea of asking for an eligible stranger’s phone number, “Honestly, sometimes I think I want this more than you do!” I laughed, because it is hilariously true. She does seem to be keen for me to find a husband, where as I seem to be quite apathetic to the process.
A co-worker this week, as I showed her a photo of some work I’d done, ignored my art in the background and scrutinized one of the people in the foreground, “He’s cute.” She said this as though she was stating the obvious. Much as one would step into the ocean and say “It’s water”.
“Yes,” I replied. It was very much like, “Yes, and?”
“Is he single?” she asked.
At this point I started to feel a tiny bit awkward, and shrugged, “Not sure. Think so.”
“So why aren’t you doing anything about that?”
Tiny awkward laugh, “Oh, he’s probably too young. Anyway, I don’t know him.”
She pursued her point, “How young is he?”
“I don’t know. Maybe twenty-four?” I actually have no idea, but I tend to assume that anyone single and eligible is younger than me. It’s usually true.
She pursed her lips, tapping her finger near his face on the photo, “Hrm. Where does he live?”
I laughed, pleaded ignorance and escaped. She kept the photo though, and in a brief discussion about this weekend’s rain predictions possibly ruining my outdoor plans, and injury keeping my friends unable to attend with me she tapped on the photo and said “He might be interested in keeping you company…” Relentless woman!
Last week a third friend attempted to introduce me to a friend of hers. I attended the group event, but he did not. I did however learn several things about him as the conversation flowed through various topics. Let me just say that I am still curious to meet this ‘too good to be single’ friend of a friend.
Meanwhile, Kate is on the cusp of another jam-making frenzy. Which means it’s time for me to start collecting jars for her.
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