Sian

If everybody else jumped off a cliff, would you?  Yeah.  Me, neither.  I'm living through the horror of seeing my otherwise rational friends get married and settle down into excruciatingly boring lifestyles.  The guy my mother wanted me to date got married about two years ago.  Converted to Catholicism in the process.  The guy I used to beat at chess on a semi-regular basis got married, gave up his career, and settled down about a mile and a half from his parents in the same small town that he had been trying to escape for his entire life.  Fat lot of good a degree in Marine Biology is going to do him in the middle of Nebraska.  My cousin (the one who pushed me over a cliff on a big-wheel) is actually getting divorced, and in about two months, another one bites the dust.

Meanwhile, my roommate and I, utterly unattached and free as birds, are planning a trip to Florence.  Probably not until next summer, but it's definitely in the works.  We were talking about where to go, talking over the top of eachother, at a hundred miles per hour, and really not paying attention, until suddenly, and in perfect synchronicity, we said "We should go to..."  I finished the sentence with "Florence", and she finished the sentence with "Italy."  And she was perfectly willing to compromise.  She really can be very diplomatic, sometimes.

I really probably am the marrying type.  Would probably be quite good at the whole fidelity thing.  Like I said, I'm a creature of habit.  Certainly could never have an affair, because if I ever took my rings off, I would never find them again.  Then again, I would have to find a man who would be willing to be treated like furniture for long periods of time.  Is "Uhgh" an appropriate greeting, when your spouse comes home from work?  And he would have to leave my books alone, even if the piles got to waist level.  (he is, however, allowed to buttress, reinforce, or otherwise maintain structurally unsound piles.)  Should try not to make a nuisance of himself.  Expect to serve as sommelier at my dinner parties, as I have never, ever, been able to uncork a bottle properly.  I want to feel like I'm a better person because of him.  That's not to say "feel free to preach at me" but I want to like who I am when I'm with him.  The vegetarian thing?  Well, that started because it made someone happy to see me not cannibalizing my fellow creatures.  And, it kinda stuck.  And, if that's not bad enough, I would like him to be a better person because of me.  That pretty much means he has to be a total bastard without me, of course.  And I'd like to meet him at least 5 years from now.

Heck, I'm enjoying myself.  So, if this applies to you in any way, please feel free to send me your address.  I'll contact you in 50 or 60 years, and we can do the his and hers matching denture glasses thing.

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