from tonight's phone conversation with my parents, i conclude that everyone is riveted by updates on my blogmate's dating life. i called them tonight to float the news that mb and i will be temporarily living together while he gets settled into his new job and figures out where to find an apartment that won't cost half his salary. their response?
"well, that should give you a reason to throw out that stupid orange desk in your hallway."
"by the way, how was [blogmate]'s date with that guy your friend set her up with?"
hmm. well, at least her dating life is distracting them from worrying about mine. not that i mention my blogmate's dating sagas to my parents often - i think this one made the highlight reel on account of his flying in to see her and making more money than god. again, clearly other people's lives are much more interesting than my own. so i said something brief like "nice guy, had a good time, but too short and bad teeth," followed by something general about where they were each at in life. my mother: "oh. why doesn't she just get him some clip-on teeth?" segue into monologue about bad-teeth-covers that hide a crooked smile and only need to be removed for meals, and how excited she is at the prospect of covering some of her bridgework.
so there's a new solution: instead of using the internet to find new romantic interests, just take an old option for a romantic interest and fix his teeth.
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