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A student asked if I was ever going to get married. And prior to that, I've been doing a butt-load of thinking about it.
It just seems that there's a necessity to live with someone. The other day, my Honda got a nail in the rear tire. If I lived alone, I'd have had to take time off to get it fixed. But my dad took me to work and took the car to the dealership for a replacement. I'm not sure how this scenario would have played out with a boyfriend/spouse. I also think about safety issues and how it would be nice to have a second set of eyes and ears around the house. If I was really alone, that's where the dogs would come in. They can't exactly fire a gun, but they can at least bark if someone tries to get into the house. Brandy also tore up a small dog that strayed into our yard a few weeks back so I trust her to attack a human intruder. (Which reminds me, I need to read the Emily Post issue about what to do when one's dog beats the shit out of the neighbor's dog. Does Edible Arrangements do dog-food baskets and bouquets?)
At the same time, I don't want to settle down. I just feel like the wedding cake figures with a ball and chain strapped around their ankles. I'd like a male friend, but just a buddy. A hiking escort, movie friend, maybe shoot pool at the bowling alley. I'll admit: I've got a fear of commitment. Some days when the dogs are needy, I even wonder if I did the right thing getting two of them. It's like raising babies. I don't know if I want a man to add to my responsibilities. And for a public school teacher, I work late. With cutbacks and threats of transferring or letting staff go, there's a damn good reason I've got 15-20 grades for six classes in the gradebooks and why I leave work at six in the evening. Though lately, I've had trouble focusing so that's why I left at seven tonight.
After a lot of thinking, the best thing to do is hire a valet like Woodhouse from Archer, Alfred from Batman, David Spade's assistant from Rules of Engagement. I don't dare say anything verbally to family and friends. It would really make my parents upset.
It just seems that there's a necessity to live with someone. The other day, my Honda got a nail in the rear tire. If I lived alone, I'd have had to take time off to get it fixed. But my dad took me to work and took the car to the dealership for a replacement. I'm not sure how this scenario would have played out with a boyfriend/spouse. I also think about safety issues and how it would be nice to have a second set of eyes and ears around the house. If I was really alone, that's where the dogs would come in. They can't exactly fire a gun, but they can at least bark if someone tries to get into the house. Brandy also tore up a small dog that strayed into our yard a few weeks back so I trust her to attack a human intruder. (Which reminds me, I need to read the Emily Post issue about what to do when one's dog beats the shit out of the neighbor's dog. Does Edible Arrangements do dog-food baskets and bouquets?)
At the same time, I don't want to settle down. I just feel like the wedding cake figures with a ball and chain strapped around their ankles. I'd like a male friend, but just a buddy. A hiking escort, movie friend, maybe shoot pool at the bowling alley. I'll admit: I've got a fear of commitment. Some days when the dogs are needy, I even wonder if I did the right thing getting two of them. It's like raising babies. I don't know if I want a man to add to my responsibilities. And for a public school teacher, I work late. With cutbacks and threats of transferring or letting staff go, there's a damn good reason I've got 15-20 grades for six classes in the gradebooks and why I leave work at six in the evening. Though lately, I've had trouble focusing so that's why I left at seven tonight.
After a lot of thinking, the best thing to do is hire a valet like Woodhouse from Archer, Alfred from Batman, David Spade's assistant from Rules of Engagement. I don't dare say anything verbally to family and friends. It would really make my parents upset.
