The morning after the evening when I finally decided I had had enough - of playing second fiddle to all the lasses who were or were not in my life, of being the simple nice guy whose remit was providing the shoulder to cry on and all, and seeking unilateral closure via radical surgery, I got a text message from MmeK. Apparently, she’d not been feeling very well, which was the driver for the extended period of silence. That turned out to merely be the first salvo in what would be a barrage, seemingly orchestrated by whoever runs the world, to test my staying-away-from-women resolve.
First off I got a phone call from my friend KC at work, where he asked me what my ‘spec’ was. I suspect my lack of progress on the wife front had once again been a conversation filler at work, and he had decided to act ASAP. My default blowing off strategy failed to achieve anything, leaving me with needing to dust up a refresh of my list for his perusal. I eventually did, sparking off a catalogue of events that ended up with me being emailed a photograph of an admittedly delectable looking young lady.
My friends across the pond were’t loathe to join in either as one of the lads I had not heard from in a long while weighed in with a phone call ostensibly to catch up. Our conversation eventually segued into the slightly less comfortable waters of wives and non existent girlfriends. The summary of our almost two hour conversation was that I got emailed a phone number for one of his old friends in the Aberdeen area.
At work too, the guys have seized on the fact that I am heading off to Nigeria to attend my kid sisters wedding, their enthusiasm shown no less by photo-shopping my head on to a picture of a Nigerian bride and groom they somehow plucked out of the air!
So it’s all set off it seems. Fingers crossed as I ponder where this new fanged attempts at marrying me off will lead to.