Old Maid

Ok, so for many years, people have told me that I should start a blog, but I've just never had an interest until today. I was driving down the highway to begin some retail therapy when the thought occurred to me that I really needed to blog about my experience in the morning.

It was a wonderful fall morning in Chicago, and I thought I was going to get a ton accomplished, until around 9:30am in the morning when my Aunt called. I ignored her call, because I wasn't ready to talk to anyone. Then my mother's cellphone began to ring. It was my Aunt. I promptly handed the phone to my mother, who quickly gave it back to me.

My aunt began recounting her train experience the other day and how she had met my husband. It's never good when that is the reason for the call. She tells me how sweet and wonderful he is and what he is majoring in. The icing on the cake was when she told me how he looked like my brother. Who wants to marry their brother? I politely said that I wasn't interested and thanks for trying. Then she said, " Come on you don't want to be an old maid."

That line has been said twice in the last two weeks from two of my relatives. My first thought was the picture of those little cards we used to play with as children where the old maid had white hair and grandma spectacles. Fortunately, I don't fit that criteria as an old maid. Then I realized that I have become a great concern to my family that I'm not married, nor is there a prospect and am fast approaching my 29th birthday. I feel as though I'm Loula from My Big Fat Greek Wedding, who's parents set her up with several "matches" and the entire family is concerned for her. Luckily, her story had a happy ending. May mine do the same