Dear Diary,
I can't believe we're halfway through August already (or thereabouts). I have had a couple of strikeouts since I last wrote to you. The promised visit to a new Bible Study, for instance, will not happen this week. Not because it's not meeting, but because I'm not going. Maybe I'm being silly, but after finding out a bit more about it, I discovered that the average age of the 30-55 spread is right in the middle (40s). That of course makes sense. However, it didn't sound like anyone was outside of "average" which makes everyone at least 10 years my senior.
Some are not opposed to such age differences. I'm not wholly opposed, I suppose, but I'm not quite sold(opose) on the proposal. :) (That was my rhyme-bit for the day. Didn't realize this diary had a rhyme-bit, did ya? I think it livens the place up a bit...)
Anyway, so I've decided to pass on this particular group. Instead, I went with eager anticipation to the informational meeting on the trip to the French Riviera. Let me tell you, Diary, that what I saw was absolutely beautiful. ...Well, the retro slide show of France was beautiful. If you like the archaic presentation format. However, when it seemed to be just me and a mother-daughter team, I began to lose hope in meeting the man of my dreams on this trip.
I have not ruled out that the gentleman could very possibly be from France and I would need to take the trip in order to meet him, but it seems I've heard that Frenchmen are kind of ...how should I put this...not into deoderant? Or anyway, most Frenchmen are in France, so the courtship might prove difficult...
I have come away with one positive, though. My Dad happened to point out to me that one benefit of marrying when you're older (and by older, I mean 30s), is that you get to see how people age. And avoid the risk of getting stuck with someone who maybe was cute with that baby face but then...
Ok, so it's mildly shallow, but it's a "bright side" ...and we singles have to latch onto those from time to time...
So, here's to whatever tomorrow holds...
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