Sites and singlehood stats
Additional Suggestions... All available as .net, .org and .biz. While a few of these with .org status might work for that counseling-for-sexually-frustrated-priests gig I used to joke I was in training for ... I think I’ll stick with sexlessinthecity.net. Content coming once I figure out a site-design budget. And in case that t-shirt business is a hit, I also took out a two-year claim on chastepartygirl.com. Man, this could be addictive.
In other news, Tall Drink o’ Water interrupted my post-church chat with Guy Friend #1 and Girlfriend last night. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”
“I was out in California.”
“Oh yeah? What did you do?”
“Oh, you know ... Research. Saw some family.* Finally heard my friend’s band ...”
“Wait a minute. You mean ... Poster Boy?”
Because, my dears, if ever a conversation starts to falter, what does Anna do but whip out a proven saga (insert silent reel of Anna telling story with large hand gestures, over-the-top facial expressions)? And, well, at the time there may have been a few colorful details that seemed a likely conversation kindling. The trouble is, I’ve never figured out whether such mentions of other men put out a gentleman’s ardor or merely fuel his competititive instincts.
But Tall Drink o’ Water promised to send an email this week, so maybe my long absence, combined with a lingering sense of duty as one-time love-life counsel, prompted this unprecedented commitment. Only time will tell. After all, Geriatric Gent implied he’d call me after return from London and that was months ago. Although as Geezer #2 demonstrates, such silences are sometimes due to health woes.
Men. Such a confusing business, really. Sometimes I wonder where my mothering-age mentors find the hope to suggest that all too soon I’ll be married and laughing off all this late-20s silliness. They must be assuming I’ll find a husband before I’m 30. After all, I am told by Poster Boy that once you’re 30 there’s a “58 percent chance” of life-long singleness. And if those are the odds for men, they’re surely much worse for me.
At least I’ll always have iBaby ... (strokes case lovingly).
*In fact, saw more than I really needed to, but that’s another story ... Let’s just say, thank God I don’t see too well without my glasses.