Jun 27, 2011 22:26
My brother and sister think I'm going to die alone.
"Come to Sis's," they said "We can have a council of war about Mummy and Daddy's anniversary."
Turns out what that actually means is:
"Come to Sis's so that we can tangentially discuss how you haven't been to any of their anniversary dos since 2005, but also introduce you to these single guys we know so that you can take someone and not break our aged mother's hearts by turning out to either be a lesbian or terminal spinster'
I mean, I know they mean well but oh noooo. I mean, I know that after the Titanic-style disaster that turned out to be my brother's first engagement they're keen to see me paired off and popping out grandbabies like some sort of horrific Gatling gun, but not to a guy with a comb-over or a guy who thinks the height of fashion is an ancient granddad jacket. Please? I'll find someone when I'm good and ready.
And I did tell them to let Mum know I'm not a lesbian.
I think I'm just going to wait for Aragorn to come and sweep me off my feet.
my brother,
this is why i'll never be a grown-up,
real life,
charmer,
marriage,
family,
babies,
angst,
awkwarrrd,
socialising