Meeting a nice guy

She had the consciousness of being nine-and-twenty to give her some regrets and some apprehensions; she was fully satisfied of being still quite as handsome as ever, but she felt her approach to the years of danger, and would have rejoiced to be certain of being properly solicited by baronet-blood within the next twelvemonth or two."

--Persuasion

I went to visit Grams for a few days last week. I love her so much! Honestly, I'm pretty selfish with the one-on-one time. It's just that when I see her I feel this overwhelming sense of urgency. Like I have to store up all the time we have left. And all the hugs that are left. I'm not saying she's about to leave us, but...I don't like to think about it.

I stayed the night and had my usual breakfast of toast and hot orange Tang. I did a couple of jobs around the house that are getting hard for her, like washing the window above the sink. Then we cleaned up and went to Kmart to get her a reading lamp so she can read in bed. I put it together for her and she was so tickled!

This is where it gets good. She says, "Nat, you are so smart and pretty, can't you find someone to date you?" A guileless comment, but, yet another. If I had a dollar...

So here it is. Yes, I'm smart. Yeah, I'm not a monster, and I happen to think I'm quite hilarious. So why can't I find someone? Maybe because I forgot how to flirt, maybe I don't start conversations like I should, but the bottom line is I'm still looking for someone great.

I will tell you what, when I do meet my beloved, it will be awesome. My list is short and sweet, and I'm not counting out a baronet-blood.