Must Be Friday Evening

Little Old Woman at store: Oh, that smells beautiful (lavender scented hand lotion). Your husband will like that...

Unwed Mother: Oh, I'm not married. It is nice though.

Little Woman: (patting me on the hand softly) Such a pretty girl. It's OK, you'll find someone.

Aging Spinster who clearly has little to live for according to look on Little Old
Woman's face: (backing away) Um, I'm not really the marrying type. Thanks though.

Disappointed Little Old Woman: It's fine, young lady. You'll meet someone some day. God has a plan for all of us.

Needless to say, I did not buy the hand lotion. My God, when does this ever fucking end? At what age will they finally just say "Poor dear, must be too late for her now" and not address me at all?

The Maid Of Honors Daughter, However...

... has her very own ideas about marriage.


"When Courtney gets married, she's going to look like a princess. When I get married, I think I'm going to marry a girl because girls are pretty. "

And while a couple of my conservative friends have always been concerned that My daughter has a perfectly healthy understanding of some girls having girlfriends and some having boyfriends and have always been weary of how close she is to some of my lesbian friends, my own concern suddenly lays not in the fact that we are a gay friendly household, but in the fact that of my lesbian friends... I've clearly let her get closer to some of the too shallow ones.

Really sweetie? You just want to marry someone because they're pretty? I know I raised you better than that.