No Joke.

This morning.

I burnt my forehead with the curling iron. Put ice on it. Forgot to pack my charger for my MAC. Left late. Missed the first train.

and this is where the goodness starts.

Only have a large bill-- and the lady won't break it so that I might pay for my bagel. A lady near by says "I had a great Christmas, I will buy your bagel." how nice.


So, I sit by her on the train. A man accross from us.. very chatty and a little bit braggy says... "I noticed you aren't wearing a wedding band.-- now what's a pretty young girl like you doing single still." (don't I get enough of this at church.. or from my mom's friends.. and mind you the one blind date I have been on.. oh wait-- 2... have both been bad news bears.)

I laugh and say, "Nothing has really worked out."

HERE IT COMES...

"Well, I have a 32 year old son who is single....." He gave me the kids resume-- and told me how sweet he is etc...

I get off the train, the man follows me, carries my snowboard bag... and then says, send me an e mail. I think from what I know of you that my son and you would really hit it off.

Really? What you've seen of me? I should venture to say that my mink coat and fur boots aren't a very good representation of who I really am.. at my core. First off.

Needless to say. Parents, aunts, and granpas are constantly thinking that I am the soul mate of their very cute and smart son, newphew or grand son. Maybe I am. Who knows.

Maybe I will e mail the guy-- you never know, right?