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I have reached that level of desperation. Yes, friends, I have started looking at my friends' friends' pictures on facebook to find hot single guys.

And I very nearly watched Dirty Dancing tonight. Close call, that. I'm in Romantic Desperation hell.

Date: 2007-01-09 05:28 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] marblespire.livejournal.com
What he said.

aurorapenguin.

;)

Date: 2007-01-09 07:17 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] oceantheorem.livejournal.com
Oh hey now.

It seems like most women have baby biological clocks, and I have a marriage biological clock. Every six months the alarm goes off, I look around to see if I'm with someone I could marry, and then panic ensues when I see that I'm not. Nevermind that I'm young, I'm BEHIND SCHEDULE.

Not that I know what the schedule says; it probably doesn't call for marriage for at least another five years, but hey, I like to be on top of things.

Date: 2007-01-09 09:40 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] bananasofdeath.livejournal.com
Hmm. You mean, women reach a certain age and start freaking out because they haven't had kids yet? It's actually quite reasonable, except for its not really helping the situation; stuff kinda breaks down after a while, as you well know, Miss Biologist, so if you want kids, particularly normal kids, you know you can't hang around forever. I suppose marriage can, though, if you're not planning on having kids.

We told my grandmother(78) if she were in America, she could get married again, and she was outraged. She's also outraged at the idea of painting the apartment, and the idea of Leenah walking to school, and my dad buying an apartment in Alex, and that we always take the stairs instead of the elevetor...

On a somewhat related note, you know my grandmother was 14 years younger than my grandfather when they got married? He was 36. Also, there are fourteen years between my grandmother and her youngest (half) sister, who is actually closer in age to my dad than to my grandmother. Kind of intense.

Date: 2007-01-09 10:33 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] oceantheorem.livejournal.com
That's the interesting thing about religion. Something completely reasonable to one person sounds unfathomable to another. Like a young girl walking to school. Or an arranged marriage. Or other madnesses. Why can't we all just get along??!!

My dad is twelve years older than my mom. And my mom's oldest brother is 23 years older than her youngest (full) brother. I think Rick's kids are maybe one or two years younger than John.

Date: 2007-01-09 10:37 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] bananasofdeath.livejournal.com
No, I don't think it's religion; my grandmother's just afraid she'll be mugged or something. She's very fearful these days.

Crazy mormons. Christ.

Date: 2007-01-09 10:50 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] oceantheorem.livejournal.com
You have no idea. I love them, but really. You have no idea.

Oh, if it's just paranoia... yeah, that's actually harder to deal with. My dad does that.

Date: 2007-01-10 03:24 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] bananasofdeath.livejournal.com
Yeah... I don't think Cairo's particularly dangerous though; it just kills you slowly.

Sorry

Date: 2007-01-10 06:16 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] kaminoshi.livejournal.com
I feel the deep need to correct this. I apologize. Rick's kids are actually older than John... both of them are. There is a story about the four of them in a grocery store with Grandma Joy, and someone coming up and asking if they were all hers. She just smiled and said yes, as technically the grandkids are... but yeah. When John was born, they were... 2 and 4? Maybe? But definitely older.

Re: Sorry

Date: 2007-01-10 07:19 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] oceantheorem.livejournal.com
You know, I wondered about that when I wrote it. Thanks for the correction. Are they older than Sara too?

Date: 2007-01-10 09:04 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] fieryminge.livejournal.com
You want intense? My mom and dad are/were 13 years apart. Dad was born in '36, Mom in '49. My mom was 36 when she had me and my dad was 49. They got married after 6 weeks of knowing each other. Now, Chris and I are 13 years apart also. We got engaged pretty much 6 or 8 weeks after knowing each other. So does that mean that when I'm 72 and he's 85 (the years of our births) something big will happen?

Oh, and get this. My parents got married the same year Chris was born. Talk about weird?

And to go along with what everyone else is talking about, you'll get there. Sometimes it takes a while and, like E said, you have to give fate a nudge and other times you walk smack dab into it. And also to take into consideration, many women follow in their mother's footsteps. I think my mom was 24 when she got married and although I was younger than that, there are many similarities. Anyway, I'm just rambling.

Oh, and on a completely random tangent... I made you somethin' purdy! I'll have to get it in the mail next week :)

Date: 2007-01-10 09:18 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] oceantheorem.livejournal.com
Whoa, that's some crazy stuff.

I think my mom was 22 or 23 when she got married. Pretty sure I won't follow in her footsteps, though, because she was rebelling against the Mormon Church at the time and married the defendent she met when she had jury duty. They wrote letters for the last year that he was in prison (the case, an appeal, was thrown out; she didn't convict him) and they got married after he got out. She was going to go into the Navy (my mom in the Navy???!!) and then she got pregnant with me and they moved to Alaska. It's a weird story, made weirder by the fact that it's impossible to get details from either of my parents, and everything I know about how they met I've gleaned from conversations about other things. *sigh* I'm positive there's something REALLY messed up about it that they're both avoiding telling me.

Anyway. I bought some yarn today and am going to make a scarf for one of my friends here in New Haven. I went to a yarn store and felt like a grandmother. :-P ..oooh... *goes to find icons with pictures of yarn in them*

Date: 2007-01-10 09:44 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] fieryminge.livejournal.com
Yay! Yarn!!! I've decided that I want to do that Bubby Bear pattern and I need to go out and buy the supplies for it.

And I found a knitting icon over at obsessive icons....
http://upon-tiptoe.net/angharadty/icons/interestmeme2/knitting.jpg

Date: 2007-01-10 11:10 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] oceantheorem.livejournal.com
Hehe. I saved that one last week and uploaded it after I commented.

The one I thought I had was a picture of different colored balls of yarn. Can't find it, though. Could have sworn I got it from enriana, so now I'm gonna have to go back through the obsessiveicons archives. Grrr...

Date: 2007-01-10 11:10 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] oceantheorem.livejournal.com
I found this one too. :-P

Date: 2007-01-10 03:35 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] marblespire.livejournal.com
I felt the same way after I graduated. I seem to be back on schedule now, but there was a period of time in which anxiety reigned supreme. It wasn't fun.

But what I was agreeing with mostly was the idea that you shouldn't wear your desperation on your sleeve. Seriously. That's a super-huge turn-off, and even people who would otherwise like you may be deterred by it. Defend against it as best you can.

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