"You're such a lovely girl!"
The middle-aged woman I have been chatting with just loves me. We've been talking about books, fashion, art, and so forth—I get along famously with people of a certain age.
"But I don't know anyone for you!" she wails piteously.
"But I don't know anyone for you!" she wails piteously.
We were having such a great conversation. Couldn't we just interact as two people? Why does the label "single" have to contaminate everything it touches?
She waves over an acquaintance across the room. "This is Lea; do you know anyone for her?" In my perception her voice carries, with the added echo of "loser, loser, loser."
She waves over an acquaintance across the room. "This is Lea; do you know anyone for her?" In my perception her voice carries, with the added echo of "loser, loser, loser."
Her friend, looking uncomfortable, remains silent. After all, the only information she has about me is my name.
Time for the pasted-on grin.
3 comments:
I really enjoy reading your blog, Leah. You are a terrific young woman.
Why oh why do they have to ruin a perfectly good conversation with the whole matchmaking thing.
I got it a lot in New York and didn't appreciate it.
Really, people, just have a conversation!
CC: Mwa.
Tovah: I know! Everything is just going great, and then you feel as though that great conversational ball has not only been dropped, it has been stomped on.
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