Small side rant, and then I’ll continue reading. Why, oh why, do friends and family assume that just because you’re alone, you’re lonely? I’ve got friends, family, sons of friends, husbands of friends, coworkers of friends, future sister-in-laws of family, co-workers, and yes, even my boss thinking that they need to match me up with somebody.
Ok, please stop. Right now, in my life, I just want to read a good book. I don’t want to meet my sister’s fiance’s best friend….I don’t want to go out with a good friend of my good friend’s (PS ~ been there, done that; don’t want to go down that road again), I’m not interested in the company phone guy, I don’t want to go out with your teacher, no I really don’t want to go out with this coworker or that coworker or your coworker’s brother. No, really. I don’t. I’m not just saying that. I don’t want a relationship right now. I really don’t want to. Stop it. Please. Now.
No, I don’t want to sign up for eharmony, cupid.com, perfectmatch, match, or whatever other internet dating site you’re trying to get me to join.
I did try internet dating once. We’d been emailing almost daily and had gotten to the point where we’d exchanged numbers. He was going to call me and we were going to set a time to meet for drinks. He never called. And I soon found out why. He was arrested for stalking a woman he’d met through the internet. And then was arrested for stalking his ex-wife. And then arrested again for putting a hit out on said ex-wife. That cured me. I deleted my profile and haven’t tried internet dating since.
The next two conversations happened within minutes of each other….and that was just last night. That doesn’t count all of the other hunreds of conversations I’ve had lately with all of these well-meaning people in my life. I love you all. Now stop.
Last night, my sister called. Conversation went like this:
S: We decided to go out.
M: I’m cleaning house.
S: Well, the guy that we want you to meet is going to be there.
M: No, really. I’m cleaning house. I don’t want to go.
S: Oh….I guess since we told you that guy is going to be there you won’t go now, anyway.
M: You’re right. I’d much rather read my book.
I no sooner hang up with my sister than my friend (who I was helping clean) says:
F: Oh, by the way, we’re going to a barbecue. There’ll be lots of single, intelligent men there.
M: No, not interested.
F: You’re going. I already told them you’d go.
M: No really. I really don’t want to go. I just really don’t feel like meeting anyone right now.
F: Well, you’ll never meet anybody if you don’t leave the house. You’re going. End of discussion. I’m picking you up at 6.
M: What’s the dress code?
So, evidently ~ I’m going. Dammit.