Sunday, August 14, 2011
a 30-something in the city - a black fly in your chardonnay
Ahhh, an anomaly. Good looking guy in his thirties that doesn't appear to be a playah. You're home after your evening out and have settled in to check your Facebook. Google... well, why not? (Yes, just admit it ladies, you look them up. embrace the creeper in you) And then... you find out the most blah-inducing news. MARRIED. It's almost like a virus warning on your computer. Flashing lights and sirens wailing. Ok! I get it! Unavailable! And you swear your laptop even said it quietly when you closed the page. You aren't crushed but it's like you left your packed lunch out in the rain and your pb-j is soggy. Nothing you can do. *sigh*
We're at that age where most people are married. Or on their second or third wedding ring. And if they aren't married, you start thinking... what's wrong? Likes the ladies TOO much? Has a weird "action figure" (doll) collection? Lives w/ Mother whom he has to bring out on dates as a chaperone? Where are the "normal" ones? It's ok to be quirky or a little crazy (but not Norman Bates crazy). It's even ok to have a Yoda on your desk. A, singular, Yoda. Not the whole cantina scene replicated in your cube, complete w/ wookie.
So yes Alanis, it IS like a black fly in your chardonnay.