Today I met with a Jewish matchmaker for my upcoming dating article. (Quick note: I’m not Jewish.) It doesn’t bode well that someone desperate to date in Charlotte has resorted to using non applicable matching services. Soon I’ll be going to AA meetings to break my Diet Coke addiction.
I learned two things from my pseudo matchmaker (she can’t actually match me with anyone apparently as I’m not Jewish): 1) Men almost always request that their match be “slender.” 2) Being in a relationship requires being dependent on another person.
I thought about these things as I munched through my Chick-fil-A lunch combo following our meeting. Slender doesn’t seem to be in the cards for me (See aforementioned Chick-Fil-A.) And being dependent on another person sounds like a recipe for disaster (See Elin Woods.). And I like my pasta-eating, solo-home-owning, self-supporting, working-woman life just fine.
So, I thought, as I enjoyed my fries, maybe I’m meant to be single. It occurs to me however, that I read on one of these dating sites that “paying bills” typically falls to the male in a relationship. That gave me pause. This week I went without heat for three days in freezing temperatures because I’d forgotten to pay my gas bill.
I thought about those cold mornings. Could that have been avoided if there was a Mr. Sarah? I slowly put down the chicken. Maybe my new Jewish matchmaker was on to something. Maybe I should eat lettuce and thereby find someone to keep up with the bills. I might never have to take a shower in 30 degree weather again.
Then it occurred to me that life is short, there are only so many chicken sandwiches to be eaten, and if the heat goes off again, I’m going to need the extra insulation they give.
I’ll find Mr. Sarah next week.
