“I’ll try to stay awake.” May 3, 2008
Posted by Anya in : spontaneous degeneration , 3commentsSometimes my siblings all seem to be intent on marrying me off as quickly as possible. They propose (no pun intended!) long lists of “suitable” guys. “Suitable” meaning that they are within ten years or so of my age and that we haven’t killed each other yet. (That having been said, they do suggest even the guys who I disagree with all the time. This provides a learning opportunity, right? I tell them that sometimes you can be friends and disagree quite a lot, but that would probably not work well for a marriage.)
Anyway. Ibey took the rather opposite approach the other night.
“Do you like any guys?” he asked me, in the car, on the way home from Bible study. (We were beginning a study on the book of Esther — maybe that sparked his mind?)
“Um,” I said. “Why?”
“Do you?”
*non-committal sound*
“Oh, okay,” replied Ib.
“Why?” I asked. (I was curious. I’m almost always curious.)
“Just because I don’t think you’ll get married,” he said, matter-of-factly. “I picture you as the type to end an old spinster.”
Boy. Thanks. His vote of confidence is overwhelming.
There’s really got to be a happy medium somewhere there.
I think I forgot to mention that we know at least one person who, if I even mention the names of any males, starts hearing wedding bells.
I’ve been most perversely tempted to mention in casual conversation something about Dakota, from quizzing, and how he follows me around and hangs on me (he does) and quite sits on my lap and…
…well, yes. He’s about four.
I am bad.
