The Other Side

After having spent the evening at TOC, a friend and I decided to stop for a bite to eat on the way home. We spied the Tiffany diner on Rt. 1 and pulled in. After getting a table and being ignored for the better part of 15 minutes (while friend was on the phone with daughter #1), we decided to go over to daughter #2's house for steamed clams and barbeque....at 10pm no less. Now, when I bbq, it means just that..I barbecue. Not the case. When we got to D #2's house (the word mansion does not adequatly describe it...think estate..in Huntingdon Valley)there were no less than 3 house staff cooking and bbq'ing and generally waiting around to see who needed a drink RIGHT THAT SECOND. Oh my! We sat in the living room and made small talk for a bit before her husband, her rich, MUCH OLDER husband, headed off to bed. Once he had gone, I apparantly missed the cue that it was now girl talk time. We sat around the kitchen table, eating, drinking and being waited on, and suddenly the talk turns to the unacceptable fact that I am single. Apparantly these gals have made husband-hunting into an art. D #2 seriously suggested that I come to some function that her husband's firm was having today, because "there are lots of loaded guys there who want to have kids while they're young enough to show them off." ?!?!?!?!?!?!!??!?!?!?!?!? Indeed. Then she gave my favorite quote of the evening: "You just point out the ones you could handle, and we'll tell them to pass the W-2s forward. That's how you make the real decision anyway!!"

OH. MY. GOD.

And the scary part is, she was TOTALLY serious.