Rachel Young

monday, november 18, 2002

My father, as adorable and wonderful as he is, is also a very odd man. I knew as soon as I told my mother I was considering selling the car, my father would have a few additional comments to contribute. He’s always concerned about the welfare of that car. Men and their toys. I don’t always get it.

Tonight as my father continued going on and on over the phone about transferring the title and then going through an assessment of the condition of the car, I think he could sense my lack of interest with the brief responses I offered him: “Uh huh, okay, right, yup, gotcha, uh huh, yeah . . .”

Finally my father wrapped up his spiel and then paused.

“So . . . do you have a boyfriend?”

I just love how my father sneaks that into every conversation he and I have. Some things just honestly never change.

Of course I chuckled and then responded, “Dad, you ask me that every time we talk and my answer never changes.”

“I don’t ask every time,” he protested.

“Uh huh. Okay, you’re right. But 99.9% is pretty darn close.” (Did I mention I can be rather sarcastic?)

I just think it’s odd that my parents are more concerned about my singlehood than I am. In fact, the very notion that I actually prefer it causes my parents (and not to mention my relatives) some doubt as to my interest in the opposite sex at all. Gosh, who knew being single and enjoying it was such a sin? Seriously people.

Over bubble tea on Saturday night, a friend asked me if I was open to being set up. And I sat there shaking my head with an adamant “no”. Not that I think it’s impossible to meet the love of your life that way, but it’s just not the way I want to go about it.

Besides, there are certain basic factors that are a given when being set up. First and foremost being both parties involved have to obtain the desire to be in a relationship in the first place. I’m not quite there yet for reasons better kept to myself. Most people question why certain people choose to be single, but sometimes it’s really simply a matter of not having met the right person who holds the key to your heart. Especially when it's as guarded as mine.

In my case, it might very well take a bulldozer instead.

But in my heart of hearts, I know it'll happen at the right place at the right time with the right person (granted it's the Lord's will for me). In the meantime, I'm in no rush. Okay, Dad?

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