In my former life, I was perpetually single. And, I completely felt like it with an army of married friends just starting to have families. Here's part one of my tale...
Out of the blue one day, my girlfriend called. Expectantly and with intention, I could tell. "Will you meet my dental hygienist's brother?" she pushed after pleasantries.
"Really?" I kept driving, mystified by the common mathematical equation individuals follow when 'looking out for the unattached's best interests' --- one single guy + one single girl surely = a marriage. "Do you know him? Have you seen him?" I prepared to dig. After all, this routine was becoming all too familiar. 28. Single. Nice. "Why aren't you married by now, Honey?" acquaintances would badger.
"No, but each time I get my teeth cleaned his sister is so nice. She talks about her big family and how great they are. I know family is important to you," she reasoned commonsensically.
In my mind a film reel of past set-ups shuttered, slide by slide.
There was Pete.
Sales pitch from real estate coworker: "Pete is a nice guy. Everyone loves him. You'll love him too."
My remarks: I didn't. He was ten years my senior. I found this out at the restaurant where we met for the first time. And no, it wasn't the lighting... We struggled through dinner. Note to self: a whole meal is too much. Coffee dates are shorter; less painful.
There was Glen.
Sales pitch from family doctor: "Glen's an anesthesiologist. He's smart, funny, and has a great job. You should really meet him. You'll think he's great."
My remarks: I didn't. He was vain, conceited, and stuffy. We went out a few times; it was a few times too many. I was bored and I certainly didn't need any help with that. Bored is grocery shopping by myself at Wal-Mart on a Friday night. Check.
There was Chicago Architect (I totally don't remember his name!).
Sales pitch from portfolio adviser: "He's the nicest guy. You'll think he's definitely the marrying type. He's so sweet. I've known his family my whole life --- they're the best."
My remarks: He was nice. He was sweet. But, both traits in overabundance are unattractive...and potentially insincere. We met. We talked. We ate. I left. The end.
And, then there were all the other guys I'd somehow met....who were good for a string of texts, a periodic phone call (I began learning this was just too difficult for some people), a smile, a noncommittal coffee date, or perhaps the full-blown dinner and a movie date. A roller-coaster ride more like it --- a fast, fun start; a hill or two; then a quick return trip to the station. My biggest lesson: not to expect too much. Guys, in my experience, were just flakes.
"Well, Andrea...I don't know. This fix-up just doesn't seem like something that will work. You know my past experiences. But, send me his picture. Then, maybe we'll talk."