My friends and I have this uncanny ability -- in that THINGS happen to us. Strange things, that make writing humor possible. Because our life is one big sitcom. I thought I'd share her latest, which is extremely fun and could only happen to one of us.
I'm going to call her Betty. Betty is deciding whether or not to join Christian Mingle. For the record, I'm against the idea because I'm not big on Internet dating -- no matter how successful people say it is. I suppose it probably is better for the introvert, but it doesn't appeal to me. The name Christian Mingle just sounds questionable to me, but that's beside the point. I always worry about someone who identifies themselves as a Christian -- I need to see the proof, I suppose. So I think that gives people a false sense of security.
Back to our story.
Betty says she's going to join Christian Mingle. Our mutual friend says, "Wait! Before you join, I'm going to send you a couple of books that I think you need to read first."
These include "Boundaries in Dating" and some other relevant Christian title on dating. So our mutual friend sends the books via mail -- but they never arrive. After a few phone calls, it's discovered the books went to the wrong address.
Betty schleps down to the address where the books were sent. And this handsome guy, about her age, opens the door. "Did you receive any books addressed to Betty?"
He did. He invites her inside and he tells her, "I opened the books. I didn't know any Betty and the address was mine, with no return address."
So Betty waits for the books -- thinking, "No one knows I'm here, this guy could murder me and no one would ever be the wiser."
Except our mutual friend who knew where she sent the books and had the address. "Look," I told her. "At least your body would be found."
So the man hands her the books and asks, "So, you're looking for a date?"
Face palm. And I should also mention when we get nervous, we talk a lot. Is that an introvert trait? So she begins to ramble about Christian Mingle and our mutual friend and tries to avoid the humiliation that is receiving dating books at an eligible bachelor's house.
Betty finally stops rambling and takes a tour of potential-murderer/date's home. They find all they have in common -- living in the same neighborhood and all -- which could be a good thing. Or a potentially bad thing when you live in a Bridget Jones's world. What do you think? Dating a neighbor, good or bad?
Keep it mind, it's the likes of Ashley Stockingdale here.
So Betty has a date coming up -- I take this to mean that Christian Mingle did its job. Without her having to actually join.