The Odds are Good and the Goods are Odd (Reasons #108 & #109 to be single)

#108

A decade ago, when I was just a girl of 34, one of my students lined me up with her ski jump coach. When he picked me up, he stepped into my 1,350 square foot home, looked around, and asked, “Do you live here by yourself?”

“Yes.”

Incredulous, he continued, “You don’t have roommates?”

“No,” I replied. The voice in my head screamed, “I’m an adult. I have a house, a mortgage, and I pay all of my utilities.”

Then, I put my arm around my stomach and said, “Oh, I’m not feeling well. Could I have a rain check, please?”

Outside magazine selected Park City as the “Best Town Ever” in 2013. With over 400 miles of trails, three world-class ski resorts, the Utah Olympic Park and a bounty of bars, the odds of meeting someone are good.

But, the goods are odd.

#109

Yesterday, while we walked the dogs, my cute, petite, blonde single neighbor, asked, “Where am I going to meet someone?” (She’s newly divorced.)

“We’ll go to The Spur next time Motherlode Canyon Band plays.”

“I am the mother load now,” she replied.

“Okay. Well, think about what you love.”

“Oh,” she sighed. “I saw a man in church. He was taking notes. I thought, ‘Someone who loves his faith as much as I do.’ So, I sidled over and sat next to him.”

“Good.”

“I looked at his notes. They said, ‘Put on snow tires. Fix rain gutter. Finish taxes.’ It was his to-do list.”

“Well, based on the list, it appears he has both a car and a job. There’s potential.”