I dread reconnecting with friends and colleagues. Once we navigate
all the pleasantries – where do you live, what do you do now and
how's your family – the conversation eventually shifts to and
dwells on my unmarried status.
wish the conversations were limited to “Hi” and “Good seeing
you again” and didn't wander to “You ain't getting any younger”
and “What you waiting for?” I'm very aware of the fact that I'm
some strange reason, it's always the ones I converse with the least
on a personal level who launch a no-holds-barred matchmaking campaign
with a two-part preference survey, leaving me to feel like an
unwilling contestant on
“The Dating Show.”
one outing, a colleague spends the first hour asking, “Do you think
he's cute? What about him?” This, of course, is a trick question.
Reply “Yes” and she's bound to give the “come hither” finger.
Respond with “No” and the line of questioning never ends.