Of course, going to Florida with the label of ‘single’ comes with added bonus conversations with Mom’s friends and neighbors.
This is a conversation that took place about four years ago between me and one of Mom’s friends:
“Oh, so you’re single?” Mom’s friend asked me, “Where do you live?”
“Outside of Washington, DC,” I answered.
“Well, I have a perfect man for you to meet. My son lives just north of Baltimore.”
“Well, I actually live on the Virginia side of DC, not the Maryland side. Baltimore is a good one and a half hours away.”
“Aaah, what’s one and a half hours at your age? You shouldn’t be too picky,” she answered.
“I’m only 27,” I replied.
“At 27, I was married with two kids. Anyway, that’s perfect; my son is 41.”
“Thanks, but no, thanks,” I said. “I like to date men who live close to me and who are nearer my age.”
“Okay, honey, but I’m telling you, you’re passing up on a winner. He’s a blank canvas; he’s never had a girlfriend before.”