So this one, according to the Facebooks, is engaged.
We went to Kansas City a couple of years ago (with a couple of other people) for New Years Eve, and in between our activities, we stopped by a church dance for Single Adults. In our church, Single Adult groups encompasses ages 31-dead. As the boy and I danced a slow song, he said to me, “I have to get married this year. Looking around here, it’s just too bleak.”
I remember being annoyed at his remark for a couple of reasons. First of all, the people gathered in that musty church gym all needed companionship. That didn’t make them bleak. Just because they were 30 years older than us didn’t mean they were any less deserving of friends or love.
And second, it was always so offensive to me when boys (and this had been part of my life since I was 12) complained to me about a lack of dateable/marriageable girls. Seriously? What was I? And why was I so undateable/unmarriageable?
And while I liked this boy just fine, we never would have been a good couple. We went on several dates, off and on for 3 years, but I really couldn’t tell you anything about him, other than he liked gardening, Mitt Romney, and the weather. He talked a lot about the drama at his work, but never–not once–asked me about my work, or my research or classes in grad school. The conversation from my end always felt forced.
Nothing like the conversations I could have with this one. I still miss him.
But I don’t miss Mr. Newly Engaged one bit. Congrats to him.
And I hope his fiancee is a Republican.