everyone's begun to panic that i'm not dating anyone.
(any by everyone i mean my mother. though maria said i have only two years before i reach spinsterhood--two years being her mark because she was twenty-seven when she tied the knot).
on my first day home i sat at the counter watching the television as i chomped down on my omega bread and peanut butter. my mother slid a j. crew catalog in front of me. flipped to a page with an abundance of strapless dresses. see these? i think, you should think, about wearing one of these to the wedding this summer.
i have a wedding to go to this summer.
my mother thinks i should wear a strapless dress.
point of fact: my mother thinks a strapless dress will snag me a man.
oh, that's all it takes? okay then.
it became the joke of the week. strapless dresses: the panacea for my life.
i don't know why i haven't dated anyone seriously. maybe i'm picky. too picky? sure. maybe i've chosen poorly in the past. maybe the timing's been off. maybe, as it turns out, i'm quite shy. maybe i want the guy to make the first move. maybe i fear a broken heart.
honestly, maybe i just don't know.
but i'm willing to give the strapless dress thing a go.