Last weekend, during my "happy birthday, Grandma" phone conversation...
(90-year-old) Grandma: Well, I just hope you meet a man before I die.
Me: (laughing) Grandma, that's just mean! And I plan to have you around for quite a while, still, so I don't think we need to call in the troops just yet.
Grandma: (laughing) I'd just like to meet him.
Me: Me too, Grandma...me too.
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Here's the thing: for the first time in my life, I can honestly say that I feel neutral about the concept of meeting someone. And possibly, even a little bit like I enjoy the concept of being with someone more in theory than in practice. I love my life -- my friends, my family, my job, the things I get to do on a regular basis -- and it would take a lot for someone to be fabulous enough to get a spot in the same.
That's all.