As of writing this post, I am happy to announce that I have just survived another family reunion. To those of you who know me, you must know that I can claim to be the “perpetually single” girl.
So family reunions for me are a time of dread because of the never ending “relationship questions” and “single girl jokes”.
But don’t get me wrong. I love my family. I just hate them sometimes.
And I marvel at how they don’t get tired of it – the asking, the teasing and the well intentioned pairing up to a nice guy they know. In fact, I think they only get better and better.
I seem to be gifted with a number of well-meaning relatives who seem to think that my lovelife (or lack thereof) is affecting their universe and creating havoc on their well-balanced life. I only hope that they don’t lose some sleep over this!
But at least they are not as crazy as this story I very recently read:
I’m 27, I’m an RN and one of my patients who was blind once said “come here. Let me feel your face to see what’s wrong with it.”
I replied “say what? There’s nothing wrong with my face.”
He said “well, you’re smart, you’re funny, you have a good job; I’m trying to figure out what’s wrong with you to make you an old maid!”
I was only 22 at the time! I can only imagine what he’d say now.
As I am not so sure how long I’ll stay single, I’ll just have to make sure that I get better at surviving many more moments like this. That... or find myself a hunky holidate (see related article here ).