Suddenly it seems my singularity is sticking out for too many peoples liking.
It’s not unusual for the odd friend to suggest a female friend of theirs to me for my perusal – someone they think is attractive and who I would get along with. There is one problem – I have no interest in being ‘set up’, with anyone. At all.
Even though I could’ve been ordained as a priest, made it to bishop and possibly toppled the pope for his job, during my singleton life (ok, things aren’t that bad, but I’m after a cheap laugh here) - I won’t entertain the idea. It may look like I’m ready to shag a dead horse, but I’m really not desperate for the nagging girlfriend/wife, screaming baby or a mortgage so high that I can’t afford to leave the house. I moan about mates not going out now and again and suddenly everyone turns into Cilla Black. (I should add, that my friends have finally got bored of their pipe and slipper nights, so I’ve been quite busy lately).
This week the match making cherubs have been out in force though. I’ve had 3 different friends suggest potential suitors to me. Three, in one week. It’s like the bloody buses. The mentalists. The phrase ‘free as a bird’ has never sounded more apt.
I fully expect to hear about 3 females committing suicide within the next few days. They know what they’ve lost…
So, either I’ve suddenly become hot property without anyone telling me, or all my friends are shitting themselves that I’ll die alone with ten cats when I’m 40…
…it’s the former isn’t it? Yeh I knew it was!