One of the most tiring, but often amusing things a single person must endure is the "set up". Everybody in your life wants claim to a speech on your wedding night saying, "I just knew that they were right for each other." Everybody wants to play matchmaker.
Throughout my single life I have prided myself for embracing these set up's with an open mind from family, friends, family friends, and so on. But, my most recent challenge has been my 86 year old Nana's matchmaking, which has cranked up to full throttle. I think she has promised herself that she will not leave this earth until she sees me walk down the aisle. Nana is on a husband hunt for yours truly.
The first date she set up for me was with a young handsome man who she saw in church. She literally went up to this stranger, whipped out my photo from her wallet and shoved it in his face. "You must go on a date with her. She's gorgeous! A super model!" (Gotta love the ego boost from grandparents- I am by no means a supermodel). Well who can turn down a little old granny, in the house of God, no less? We went on the date, but much to Nana's chagrin, it did not work out.
So, as of recent, Nana has been trying to play matchmaker a tad more aggressively. At restaurants she will literally thrust me with great force upon any "handsome young lad". Unfortunately, a young lad can range anywhere from 15-65. It's all perspective, right?
Now, last weekend while I mingled around my cousin's wedding reception, I saw my Nana flailing and waving towards me as she spoke to a middle-age, Asian man, wearing a wedding ring. Apparently, neither the age or marital status were a problem in my Nana's eyes. He was very successful.
"Your grandmother tells me that you're looking for a Harley?" the man asked me, confused.
I laughed and shook my head. "A hottie is probably what she said. I'm looking for a hottie." I smiled apologetically and walked away, downing my champagne.
But, I've got to give Nana credit for persistence. Truthfully, with the amount of gusto she's putting into the matchmaking task, she will likely end up successful. I just hope, for everyone's sake, she finds me that hottie... and fast.
So, since my recent Jekyll & Hyde experience, which left me completely fed up with the male species as a whole, I have found insight into one overused expression. The whole "You'll find someone when you're not looking" is entirely true.
The problem for me is that instead of finding someone, I have been the recent pursuit of a few men. Okay, that's being modest. More like a LOT of men.
I was honestly having trouble pinpointing what had changed in my life. It felt as though someone had cast a spell on me, making me irresistible to any man I encountered. It started with the men closest to me in my life... male friends, colleagues, family friends, etc. But since then it has exploded to men I am meeting in random places, including me sitting in the park yesterday reading a book. Seriously, who approaches a girl who is alone with her nose stuck in a book?
It wasn't until today that I realized that there must be some correlation between my complete disinterest in dating and the surplus of eligible men at my doorstep. There is just no other logical explanation.
My friends have been telling me, "When it rains it pours." Okay, so apparently I am currently caught in a man monsoon. Not that I am complaining. After several months of being in a drought, I am not one to shy away from a little male attention. But I am beginning to think that I may be out of my depth here. I don't really know how to casually and confidently date two, three, four men at the same time.
But, since another drought is sure to arise with the summer heat, for now I will thank my lucky stars that whatever nonchalant vibe I'm exuding is working in my favour. The song doesn't lie... "It's raining men, hallelujah! It's raining men, AMEN!"
