Have you ever been in a conversation with someone and suddenly they start asking you if you have any “prospects?”
Where are we?
California in 1849 panning for gold?!
Or can we just talk about how a lot of dating metaphors can be linked back to the Wild West? (Another example: “anyone on the horizon?”)
Well, Wyatt Earp, I’m not glad you asked. But, to be polite, I have to give you an answer.
I usually respond, “no not right now” with the cutest smile I can muster. However, even my cute smile makes babies cry.
That actually isn’t a joke. Ask my friends with kids.
Also – most likely, I’m going to lie to you. I’ll be honest; I usually have a “prospect.” I think every lady does.
However, I’m already, uncomfortable enough as it is with those things people call “feelings” that telling someone whose not on my “I wouldn’t feel guilty calling you at 2 am” list isn’t going to get the truth out of this girl.
I’m a locked box.
Fort Knox up in here.
Anyway, one of my friends was asked the other day if she had any potential suitors (again, what century is it?). She said “no not right now,” and the person she was talking with said, “Oh, I’m sorry.”
You must not have heard me. I said I didn’t have any “prospects” not that I had “terminal cancer.”
The words sound the same. I know. I would be confused too.
My friend also noted that she hadn’t felt bad about not having any prospects until this person gave her a sympathetic “I’m sorry.”
Then she suddenly felt really alone.
Very, very, alone.
Despite the fact that I write this blog, I don’t walk around thinking about how much I want to be in a relationship.
I’ve got stuff to do! Blogs to write! Stocks to trade!
To be fair I did think about being in a relationship a little bit when I was picking up a movie to watch. As soon as I grabbed that cheesy rom-com though I thanked my lucky stars I didn’t have to pass that by a significant other.
PTL – another night with me, my comforter, and a terrible Nicolas Sparks adaptation.