For some reason the bubble I live in thinks that not having a wife at the age of 28 means you're on the verge of dying. Either that, or all you Utahns wonder if I'm now batting for the other team, I have no idea. And if you didn't understand that last sports reference to homosexuality, well shame on you.
For full effect, download "No Scrubs"
by TLC and play at maximum volume throughout the duration of this post.
I L-word my friends. Seriously I do. All of you
reading this I would most likely consider to be a part of my circle of
trust. You really are that
awesome. But for some reason every
time we have a conversation longer than 15 seconds why must you ask about my relationship status being single? And why do you then begin frantically rummaging through your stockpiled
list of socially awkward projects in hopes of saving my soul from the mortal
damnation of being alone? It makes no sense!
Me: "Yeah, things have been goin' great
for me. I've got no complaints."
You: "That's wonderful. Well are you
dating anyone these days?"
Me: "Not really, I date quite a bit but
nothing really serious or anything."
Cue shocked/confused/WTF look flashing across
your face.
You: "MEDIC! WE'VE GOT A BLEEDER HERE! GET
THIS MAN A WIFE, STAT!"
That's the closest description I can come up
with to explain how freaked out you come off when I tell you I haven't sent out any wedding
invites yet. You piss your pants in panic and grab the nearest stick figure with
a skirt and offer her to me like some biblical sacrificial lamb.
Crazy You: "Here Brock, take this maiden. Yes
she's $40k in debt, has a full goatee, and was on the most recent episode of
"Hoarders", but she is clean, and also in need of a mate. Take her,
wed her, and go procreate. She is
yours."
Or there is the psychic premonition that some
of you loonies get, convinced that a spiritual prophecy or some dream-like revelation
has shown you whom I must be with, when in reality you probably just huffed a
little too much Potpourri last night while watching “The Notebook”.
Crazy You: "I just want to tell you that I
have had a very strong feeling that this girl, this 41-year old woman with nine
cats and three kids, who has no college degree and thinks it's OK to go on
blind dates in her pajamas, I just have a feeling that the two of you were
meant to be together, and really are soulmates."
This is the part of the conversation where I whack
your tear-filled eyes with a lamppost and tell you that I had a spiritual prophecy
to give you a concussion. For the
record, the above conversations are not fiction, they have actually happened in
my life. Yes, I may be combining a
few of them for comedic effect, but these nutcases are the ones you’re trying
to pawn off to me using your lack of matchmaking skills.
These types of conversations are also what make
me lie straight to your face about being in a serious, committed relationship
with a girl that does not exist whatsoever. Oh yes, I’ve created those ladies
before, and I have them stashed away for whenever I feel your prodding
relationship questions are going to lead to yet another below-mediocre blind
date. Either that or I just tell
you I’m gay. One way or another, I
avoid at all costs your last-ditch, hail-Mary efforts to save my soul from a
life of miserable celibacy, because I’d much rather be happy by myself, than be
depressed with some project.
So please, shut your yappers about my dating
life the next time we catch up.
And don’t try and force-feed me your boss’s, second cousin’s BFF with
ADD who just got divorced, and someone who you think I’d be a perfect fit for,
and if we’re not engaged by June 1st you’ll be on your knees every
night pleading with the good Lord to not smite my unwed soul with a bolt of lightning. Because conversations like
those are what make me want to shove a nine-iron down your throat.
Me: “MEDIC! WE’VE GOT A BLEEDER HERE! GET THIS
BUMBLING JERK SOME COMMON COURTESY, STAT!”
Brock this is great! I thought we were in a committed relationship. ;-) I can understand how annoying that would be.
ReplyDeleteDave, we are in a committed relationship. Except your wife kind of gets in the way.
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