Those friends I made in line at the Queen’s ceremony? They want to set me up. With a 36-year-old.
And instead of saying, “Yeah, that’s too old for me”, I heard myself say “You know, it’s crazy - I’ve only gone out with guys in their thirties since I moved out here.” It may be true, but did I have to say it?? Did I have to encourage the setting up?
I asked a friend “What are the chances that he loves Jesus? Like one in a million?”
“Jesus in a million.”
She was right. I mean, maybe the odds weren’t that low.
So I got an email from the line-friend yesterday . . with some more info about him . . and a picture. I moved my mouse over the photo icon, stared straight down at my keyboard, and clicked. I couldn’t bring myself to look up.
I finally did, and the first thought that crossed my mind was, “No.”
The second thing was, “I don’t care if he does love the Lord. Still no.”
Maybe I was being too particular.
I pushed my chair away from my desk. Maybe he looked better from a distance.
I leaned over to the right. Maybe he looked better from an angle.
I scooted back to my desk and covered his mouth with my hand. Then moved my hand to cover his eyes. Maybe one of his features was attractive.
I squinted. Still no.
He’s not ugly. He’s just . . no.
And now I have to tell my line-friend that I can’t do it. I’ve changed my mind. I don’t like being set up. He sounds great, but I’m not interested.
I’m also not good at keeping myself out of awkward situations.