Stories from an ordinary life

What a week

It's been a very strange week. On Tuesday I met the man of my mom's dreams. I say my mom's because she has higher standards for me than I do. I'll call him Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome. He's a Carolina/law school grad with style and obviously plenty of money. Despite catching his gaze across the room a few times, I think he's way out of my league. But he's exactly the type of guy my mom has been hoping I'll meet in Charlotte so I plan on attending all Carolina Club events possible to keep trying my luck. This on the same day I find out one of my many assholes/liar pseudo-boyfriend/friends of the past is getting divorced from his wife of about a year and gave my dad a call to get some legal advice. That's the exact juxtaposition of my life -- not poised or pretty enough for one, way too good for the other. I decided long ago life's too short to seek perfection (and let's face it, perfection is fucking boring, give me a little neuroses any day), but come on -- why is it so hard to find anyone in the middle?

Then last night I went out with future "Desperate Housewives" of America. The only things about 80 percent of the table talked about were engagement rings and buying houses/condos. Way to make me feel two gigantic steps behind. Not like their prospects were stellar -- the one girl is ring shopping with a guy whose divorce isn't even final and another is buying a condo the size of my apartment way, way out in south Charlotte. I wouldn't want either of those! Nonetheless, I need to make more friends who are more "Sex and the City" and less "Desperate Housewives." Carrie here ISO a Charlotte, Miranda and Samantha. Doesn't anyone just want to go out and have a good time anymore? Why do all discussions have to revolve around "getting somewhere"?

posted by This one time . . . @ 11:34 PM