Well, it happened. A woman I don't know, never met, assumed I was married. She is someone I have bought from over the internet--incredibly talented lady. Anyway, I was contemplating a couple of items via e-mail and received this reply: "...you could always drop hubby a few hints for Christmas."
Burn. Ouch. Sting. ZING! BAM. BOOM! Smack.
It's totally not her fault at all--she couldn't possibly have known. It just stung a wee bit.
And, yet, one of my married friends is in utter hell--she said, "...love where you are in life. You are single and have the freedom to do what you want, when you want; sleep as long as you want without having to explain it to anyone; you can do all your little quirky things without someone looking at you like you're goofy. Freedom, my friend, is golden. You lose some of that when you are married, whether you realize it or not...you will eventually and you'll miss these times."
Not the first time I've heard this from the Marrieds. I just wish I could find someone who is chill with me and I can be chill with him...you know--he can still do whatever makes his life happy and I can do the same. I dunno. I just don't think marriage has to be, or should be, all that complicated.
Now, I have to go back and clarify to her that I'm not married...that I am, in fact, single. Oh, I can't tell you how I live for writing, saying, and reading those words over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.
It's a dreary day in Singletonville...and the rain isn't helping. Although, I do actually love the rain. Go figure.