I didn’t catch her last name when he introduced us at the dance last Saturday night. She is the former wife of a friend of mine (Brother Sushi, that would be Gooberman).
With each passing day, my life is looking more and more like something that M.C Escher might have drawn.
On the other hand, the second sleeve on Faith’s sweater is finished, and I’ve cast on for the back.
The new guy confirmed that on Saturday night, yes indeed, he had had two petri dishes sitting adjacent to one another, across the table from him. And that there was another sister at our table who very much wanted to be a petri dish, but who will not achieve petri dish status. Not because of a lack of worthiness on her part, but because there is not a “glimmer of chemistry.”
I asked him, “So, am I to infer that there may be a glimmer of chemistry betwixt thee and me?”
[I had asked him several other questions in that email, pertinent and im-.] He replied, “In response to your last question - the answer would be yes.”
It was nice to get confirmation that the reason he is being such a gentleman, is because he is one, and not because there’s no spark. Truly, a situation I can live with, and be patient about.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled knitting.
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!