Today I met my first Boerne bachelor. I consider it quite a momentous occasion, as multiple women have bombarded me with descriptions of various eligible males since I moved to the hill country, but have yet to back up their words with a real-life specimen. However, today, during drop-off this morning at least one woman's words became reality. When your headmaster sticks her head in your classroom at 8:15 am and says, "Miss Spain, can I see you for a minute?" you expect her to have a question about lesson plans or a debriefing about a student caught cheating. You don't expect her to say that this isn't her idea, she's only the messenger, but Jessica (our grammar school headmaster) says you need to come meet Morgan's uncle. Right now. Therefore, I was propelled by my boss out to the front of the school and stood there trying to look nonchalant.
So I met him and he was nice and tall enough and blonde with tasteful facial hair. Drives a big truck, works for USAA, owns a house in Boerne, takes his niece to school every Tuesday. Closer to 40 than I am to 30, but wasn't driving when I was born. Interesting.
As I partake of the experience that is the life a single, 20-something girl in a small town, I realize that the root of every comment and every name dropped is one thing--love. These people want me to be happy and not alone and with someone nice. They let me teach their children and sit with their family at church and take me to dinner. I think the match-making just comes with the territory of living life with other people.
And so as I left work this afternoon, not only were my hands full of a mammoth "Thanksgiving basket" from my students filled with everything from coffee to homemade bread, my heart was full as well. While I'm leery of a set-up, I know that I'm in a place where I'm loved. And that's worth the world to me.
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aweeee - I think you are complete just the way you are, and i love you :)
Nice, people do like to match-make. Hey, you could up the ante by offering to name your first born after the successful match-maker. That would really set them off hunting.
No sersiously, it is nice to know that people care that much about you to wnat to find that "someone special" for you.
nice story. Mom always tries, but I usually don't humor her. well, that's not true: i humor her with the "I'll think about it" and never mention it again.
i've just about perfected my pseudo-interested smile and nod routine.
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