Playing With Matches

What started as a means of chronicling the online dating experiences of two picky yet adventurous almost thirty somethings has turned into a chronicle of all that is, was and has made up their collective dating histories. Our two original daters are now joined by several other fun, breezy, sassy gals, and Playing With Matches is now a missive on dating misadventures, a cacophony of ups and downs, turmoil and bliss. With a bit of snark mixed in here and there.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Did she really?

You are not seeing things...there is actually a new post on PWM! In an effort to resurrect our previously awesome blog, I have decided to come out of hiding and post, hoping that my fellow blogettes will take the lead and get back in the blogging groove.

So, instead of going into a whole post about how my relationship with RCB is going (yes, friends, it is still going! With all of the major milestones you would have expected by this point, too, almost right on "schedule," even!) I am, instead, going to tell you an amusing tale.

A few weekends ago I had the pleasure of hosting a[nother] bridal shower for the fiance of my cousin (their wedding is next weekend). The affair was quite splendid, though for that I cannot take the credit (I was hostess by name only, I will admit).

Regardless, the mother of the bride approached me at the end of the shower to thank me. Please recall that RD is from a brown family, as is this particular soon to be member of the family. Her mother put her arm around me and said a "typical" and "traditional" brown phrase that means something to the affect of "God willing, you're next." Or something. To which I chuckled a little. She asked why I laughed. I giggled again. She looked at me, patted me on the shoulder and said, "It's never too late."

Ha!