I was sitting and chatting with a bunch of pregnant women.
Said pregnant women being my MFs, of course. We were yakking about such wonderful bits of nature like morning sickness and stretch marks and I almost said, “Gosh I wish I was pregnant.”
The statement would have been meant to be ironic, considering the the subject matter. But I bit it off at the tip of my tongue because what if they took it to be a hint that I found the conversation insensitive? Or as a piece of self-pity? I was so terrified of this that I choked it back and instead introduced the comparison of shea butter versus cocoa butter.
And a minute later one of the MFs said, “I bet you wish you were pregnant, Bad4.” And everyone laughed.
Back when I first started dating at age 20, the average age of the guys I was redt was around 27. (The range was an astounding 29 down to a low of 26.)
To my relief, the age dropped gradually, so at one point I was actually dating people approximately my age.
But the slope didn’t flatten out there. Now I’m consistently considering guys who are younger than me (3 suggestions in the past month).
Does anyone else see a pattern?
Add to this the fact that I’m also getting a lot of double-redts. Meaning, when people think of someone perfect for me and it turns out we’ve already dated (3 in the past two weeks).
Have I run through all possible guys already? The thought is terrifying. Then again, it could be liberating. Maybe it’s time to abandon New York and move to Ethiopia, or some place where there’s a population of men I haven’t yet dated.
My younger sister saw this plate in camp and immediately thought of me. I tell ya – I’ve got a sister like no other. It’s currently hanging on my door, and will remain there until I find my personal penguin. Then I’ll tuck it away until my AARP membership card arrives, at which point I’ll probably have forgotten what it’s about will eat off it.