Monday, June 4, 2012
"Do you know who you look like?" and my ALL TIME favorite, "Why aren't you married?"
Now I'm totally fine with the first question because I have a rather generic face and crystal blue eyes, so what follows can't be too horrible. But that second question...ugh, it's a doozer.
I'm pretty use to answering that question when I meet a new guy. The conversation generally goes like this,
Him: "So why aren't you married? You seem awesome".
Me: "I am awesome."
Him: "So really, why aren't you married?"
Me: "Um, great question. I've been trying to figure that one out for quite some time."
Me: "I'm probably crazy."
Him: "You don't seem crazy."
Me: "Yeah, I don't think I'm that crazy. Maybe I'm just not that cute."
Him: "No, you're alright."
Me: "I have no idea, but if you figure it out let me know, I'd like to get it fixed."
I'm also use to answering this question with those in the church. That conversation goes like this:
Brother/Sister No Manners Whatsoever: "Why haven't you ever gotten married?"
Brother/Sister No Manners Whatsoever: "Are you too focused on your career or just too picky?"
What I'm not use to is having this conversation with a spunky 5-year-old. I was watching my friend's children this evening when this conversation happened:
A: "I've never seen a bear rug before, well, except for my dad's friend's. He has a bear rug. It's weird. Why aren't you married? Or are you married?"
Me: "Nope, not married."
Me: "Maybe I'm crazy."
A: "No, that's not it."
Me: "Maybe I'm just not that fun."
A: "No, that's not it."
Me: "Maybe boys are stupid."
A: "That's DEFINITELY not it." She giggled.
This is when I knew the conversation was going to take an unexpected turn.
Me: "Then I have no idea, do you?"
A: "Boys love me. I once had two guys pulling on my arms trying to kiss me!"
Me: "Wow, what's your secret to getting these boys to like you?"
A: "I'm not sure, they just do."
Me: "Hmmmm, I bet it's your long curly hair."
A's sister (she's around 9): "It's not her hair. She plays a lot of sports and doesn't do her hair."
A: flipping her hair around and looking at me up and down, "Maybe you need to play more soccer."
Me: "Oh, is that the secret?"
A's sister: "Don't play tennis. Guys HATE tennis."
Me: "Ah, that could be the problem."
The conversation changes to something about Beauty and the Beast and the talking wardrobe. Then 10 minutes later:
A: "Yeah, I'm not sure why boys love me. But I have SECRET. I'll tell you if you don't tell anyone else."
Me: "You have a secret about boys?"
Me: "Ok, spill it."
A: "I'm in love with ____"
Me: "Oh really, why do you like ____"
A: "He's cute and weird."
Me: "I like the cute and weird ones too."
A: Looking at me with her big, big eyes, "he acts like a dog."
Me thinking: "Don't they all at one time or another."
The conversation changes to something about ice cream cake and disco bowling. Then 10 minutes later.
A: "Have you tried putting your hair in a ponytail? Boys love pony tails."
A's sister: "You should try basketball. Guys love basketball, if you're on the B team you get to have boys on your team. Wait, you're probably too old for the B team...I wonder if they have adult teams..."
A: "Yep, you need a ponytail."
I need a lot of things little A...a lot of things. But if my singleness isn't because I'm crazy or boring or because boys are stupid...well then, soccer and a ponytail just might be the missing pieces.
I'd like to think little kids are closer to God than I am.
Looks like it's time to buy some shin guards.
Posted by Carrie at 8:53 PM