It’s official: I’m a spinster
I should know by now to be careful of what I ask for, or at least the way I ask it. Specificity would help. The Universe responded last night to my recent request for help in expanding my social circle.
From an email:
Is there any chance you are interested in playing table games? [***] and I have gotten together a few times, [***] joined us once and wants to be included when she can. We’ve been playing Chronology, Upwords, Scrabble, and Boggle.
The writer and both others mentioned are all single women in their 50s or 60s—and Presbyterian ministers.
Perhaps I should have specified attractive, intelligent, single gay men?
Anyway, talking about it with CBC this morning on IM:
brucew: Very weird.CBC: Ya.
CBC: Do you play online?
brucew: No. Don’t do computer games of any ilk. Not very boy-like, I know…
brucew: I’d been hoping to expand my social circle, but spinster church ladies wasn’t the first thing that came to mind…
CBC: For some reason, I could relate about the church lady thing
brucew: Yes, but you’re too young to be a spinster…
brucew: ;o)
CBC: thanks.
brucew: You’re welcome.
brucew: Actually, it says more about me, I guess, that a group of spinster church ladies would think I’d fit into their group.
CBC: how would i fit in?
brucew: Maybe they want to do my hair. You think?
CBC: Women love messing around with hair.
brucew: But what if their impression is that I’m a spinster church lady too?
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Anyway, I’ve accepted the invitation. Who knows where it could go? Which, I guess is a change. Five or more years ago, just the thought would have had me feeling tragic, hopeless and suicidal.
