On Saturday my friend Hope and I went dancing at a place in Bellevue. It was lots of fun, but again, as always there were a few oddballs to deal with. There was a guy who remembered me from the Rockin’ Horse Dance Barn from the previous week and knew about my job situation. He asked if things were any better and I had to tell him that no, unfortunately, I still did not have a job. He said, “Well, you know what women can do that men can’t do?” And I thought to myself, oh boy this is gonna be classic so I replied, “We can sell our eggs?” Looking a little confused he said, “Um, no that’s not what I was going to say.”
“We can be prostitutes?” I suggested.
“Uh, no you shouldn’t do that either,” he said. “What women can do that men can’t do is they can get married.”
Great. Thanks for the advice. That’s the solution to all my problems: go and find a man and get married in the next 6 weeks. Because apparently I look like a stupid gold digging moron. Not to mention, do you have any idea how difficult it would be to plan a wedding in 6 weeks?!
