i just found out that during our annual thanksgiving game-a-thon, no way jose is going to ask sister #4 to marry him. he’s got the ring and everything. sister #2 just let me in on the secret. i’m pretty sure the whole thing is going to make me burst into tears. i love jose, he’s a great great man and the fact that he continually puts up with sister #4 is a tribute to his probably sainthood. i will be most happy for them.
but, i cannot deny, the whole thing makes my stomach ache in the very pit of it. because, i think it officially makes me an old maid. and that sorta makes my heart hurt.
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you are not an old maid! that is of course unless you’ve started a bridge club and are carrying tons of peppermints in your purse….?
pfft. This world ain’t Noah’s ark. And the term is “bachelorette.”
You’re not an old maid in the slightest! Your time will come, I promise. Until then, enjoy your freedom to explore, take chances and see all there is to offer in this world!
I’d agree with ffj, except the confection that defines “Old Maidism” is Ribbon Candy.