Lately I've had several people ask me if I had a roommate or if I wanted one. When I first moved here people would ask me that question all the time but I haven't been asked that for a long time.
The last time I had an interview with my bishop he asked me if I was going any of the singles activities. "You mean the 30 to dead activities" I asked trying to determine if he meant the young singles or the single singles. To which he replied "well I've never thought about it like that before". Okay so think about it. A person who is in their 30's can go. Their divorced, widowed, single mother or father in their 50's-60's can also go, and their grandparent in their 70's, 80's, 90's or 100's can also go! What kind of social life experience is that.!? You could have 3-4 generations at the same mingling activity-yikes!
I know I know you never know who might be there. Well, I don't go often, but I do go when tricked or forced and let me tell you about one such experience a few months back (that time I went for the food :)). They played this game I'm sure most of you are familiar with. It's called fruit basket upset or something like that. What happens is there is circle of chairs and one person stands in the middle. The person in the middle is trying to steal a chair so they reveal some fact about themselves. If you have that in common with them then you must switch chairs with someone else in the group-yeah you know the game.
Let me tell you some of the statements:
The last time I had an interview with my bishop he asked me if I was going any of the singles activities. "You mean the 30 to dead activities" I asked trying to determine if he meant the young singles or the single singles. To which he replied "well I've never thought about it like that before". Okay so think about it. A person who is in their 30's can go. Their divorced, widowed, single mother or father in their 50's-60's can also go, and their grandparent in their 70's, 80's, 90's or 100's can also go! What kind of social life experience is that.!? You could have 3-4 generations at the same mingling activity-yikes!
I know I know you never know who might be there. Well, I don't go often, but I do go when tricked or forced and let me tell you about one such experience a few months back (that time I went for the food :)). They played this game I'm sure most of you are familiar with. It's called fruit basket upset or something like that. What happens is there is circle of chairs and one person stands in the middle. The person in the middle is trying to steal a chair so they reveal some fact about themselves. If you have that in common with them then you must switch chairs with someone else in the group-yeah you know the game.
Let me tell you some of the statements:
"I have twins" (nope)
"I am a twin" (my brother-in-law is)
"I have sons and daughters" (someday I hope)
"I have grandkids" (wow, don't kids come first)
"I recently had heart surgery" (ohhh)
"I've had a hip/knee replacement" (knee surgery, does that count)
"I've been married" (marriawge)
"I'm a widow" (oh I'm sorry)
"I on a state retirement plan" (apparently I am, but didn't move because I don't think about my retirement plan very often)
"I served in the Korean War" (I think mom's dad did, didn't he.!?)
"I've been hospitalized at least overnight" (I know where the hospital is)
"I have step children" (no thanks)
"I've been a member of the church for less than 10 years" (I'm a lifer)
. . . those are just the beginning.
The saddest thing was is that for most of those statements I was one of the only 2 or 3 still sitting down! I was definately the youngest person there and there were only 5 under 45; of which 2 were divorced with several teenage children. There were several with canes, wheelchairs and walkers (don't laugh, I am not making this up). In fact after playing this game for 20 minutes or so most were so winded, holding their chests winded, that it was decided that before anyone had another heart attack we should stop the game! (It was probably a good thing we stopped when we did-the time or two that I got to move I almost pushed an old lady out of the way trying to get to a chair because, that's how I've always played the game, but then I remembered-these are old people, be nice Charity!)
Someday if you're lucky I just may tell you about some of my blind dates, almost blind dates, singles dances or other such lovely singles social. Sometimes you just have to laugh at the strange situations life brings your way.
So back to the question. No I don't have a roommate and yes I'd like one but I'm kind of particuliar. I have had a lot of female roommates and am looking forward to having a male roommate, lets see with a male roommate you go someplace, sign some papers, make it official and then you don't refer to him as a roommate, he becomes oh what's that word again-oh yeah, a husband. I am looking for one of those kind of roommates-that way I wouldn't have the wonderful opportunity of spending my weekend evenings avoiding being flirted with by someone's great-grandpa!
The saddest thing was is that for most of those statements I was one of the only 2 or 3 still sitting down! I was definately the youngest person there and there were only 5 under 45; of which 2 were divorced with several teenage children. There were several with canes, wheelchairs and walkers (don't laugh, I am not making this up). In fact after playing this game for 20 minutes or so most were so winded, holding their chests winded, that it was decided that before anyone had another heart attack we should stop the game! (It was probably a good thing we stopped when we did-the time or two that I got to move I almost pushed an old lady out of the way trying to get to a chair because, that's how I've always played the game, but then I remembered-these are old people, be nice Charity!)
Someday if you're lucky I just may tell you about some of my blind dates, almost blind dates, singles dances or other such lovely singles social. Sometimes you just have to laugh at the strange situations life brings your way.
So back to the question. No I don't have a roommate and yes I'd like one but I'm kind of particuliar. I have had a lot of female roommates and am looking forward to having a male roommate, lets see with a male roommate you go someplace, sign some papers, make it official and then you don't refer to him as a roommate, he becomes oh what's that word again-oh yeah, a husband. I am looking for one of those kind of roommates-that way I wouldn't have the wonderful opportunity of spending my weekend evenings avoiding being flirted with by someone's great-grandpa!
