The other day at our HHH Celebration Dinner, one of the guys’ wives discovered I’m (still) single & decided to play Fairy Godmother/Matchmaker. It was all fun & games until she actually came up with the name of a guy she knows who’s single. She didn’t go into too much detail but I was intrigued. But a little freaked out. I told her the meet-cute needs to be as played-down as possible as I tend to freak out when I feel the slightest bit of pressure (what do you think of him? do you you like him? he likes you & wants your number, etc). She said she’d set up something casual like a group dinner (which she later translated as a double date) and would have it be as little-pressure as possible.
That was August 31.
I received a phone call from Fairy Godmother September 18th. She started off saying, “I have something to ask you. Well, I have something to TELL you & then I have something to ask you.” Oh lord! She then proceeded to tell me the guy she’d mentioned at dinner the other day has been dating & her husband just now decided to clue her in. She wasn’t happy. But the good news is, there’s a Plan B! A guy who works at her school in Electra. Something about specializing in Special Ed but the school district isn’t hiring Special Ed teachers but he’s doing something there anyway. Then she started in on the description: never married, no kids (pretty good so far), kinda of shy (uhhhh wait a sec), a little chubby......I’m pretty sure she listed a few more things but I tuned out at this point.
“A little chubby”?! I know I’m being a brat here but, excuse me, I’m 32 years old. I didn’t hold out this long for “a little chubby”!! And by “holding out” I mean, I’ve never actually held out because that would imply I had a selection of guys of which to hold out ON. But then I started thinking (and that always gets me in trouble). “OMG, Little Meg, what if she described YOU as ‘kind of chubby?’ YOU don’t want to be labeled as chubby, do you?!” So I think I finally found my motivation. Since nothing else seems to be working to get my ass in gear, maybe the thought of someone thinking & describing me as chubby will do the trick. So later that day, during Happy Hour, I explained all of this to a few of my co-workers and told them, several sips into my margarita, that I’d be hittin’ the pavement for a little runny-run or cycling the next day.
Update:
It’s just after midnight Sunday & there was no runny-run or cycling involved in my Saturday activities. Maybe Mond....no, can’t then. Maybe Tuesday.
Well, regardless, I’ve decided I’m going to let her set something up & will meet him. I can’t be TOO self-absorbed & stuck up to meet a “kind of chubby” guy. I mean my Husband Criteria is getting slimmer by the day.....
