So our friend Bea got engaged a couple of weeks ago. Although the reaction of some of us upon hearing the news went something along the lines of "FINALLY! it was about time", not everyone took the news as well as I did.
It all started Thanksgiving night when Bea made her first public appearance as a soon to be married woman. The first part of the night revolved around "THE RING". It's a cute ring. Almost my type but not really. Still, all the women there single and married alike were ooooooohing and aaaaaaaaahing like she had been given Paris's 24 karat ring and like marriage really is a wonderful thing (bearing in mind that at least 60% of the married women in question had either been divorced or cheated on, I thought that was a huge crock of sh*t).
One of our really good friends- THE girl- who was in attendance at the dinner, had a couple of drinks too many and towards the end of the night started going on about "the guy she is going to marry". Now, all of that would have been really fine and dandy except that she is not even dating anyone. Well, then we understood that she also has a deal with a friend (ex-boyfriend) that if they are both single when she is 27, that they are getting married. She has 10.5 months left to find true love. Hmmmm
Now fast forward to last Thursday morning.
As usual, I get my coffee and log on to read the news, check my email, and BS over Messenger with a few people. Unusually early, a window opens and it's THE girl. THE girl and I had made plans to go out that night, but she had said that she wanted to reschedule because she was going to go "land herself a man" (which is very important seeing how she intends to get engaged next year). I was like "whaaaaaat?"
THE girl: yeah. I am going to go look for a boyfriend.
Me: How exactely are you going to do that?
THE girl: I am trying to get an invitation to the SEMA fashion show because every elegible, dateable man in Santo Domingo will most likely be there.
Me: Uh huh? So you are going to a fashion show to get a boyfriend? Are you looking for a gay boyfriend?
THE girl: They are not gay! and yeah...
Me: I've got to see this...
So I called in a favor and got myself on the list. Not that I was looking for a boyfriend, but since "every elegible dateable man in Santo Domingo" was going to be there, I made it a point to look nice...'cause you never know, you know?
When we got to the hotel where the event took place, it seemed like all of Santo Domingo was there. Okay, not really...but there sure were a lot of people there! And what's more, I looked around the place and there they were: the people I see at the gym, at the stores, at the restaurants and at the bars.
Eso era otra vitrina. That was just another opportunity for people to see and be seen. THE girl's quest for a boyfriend that night wasn't very fruitful. She got a few numbers but that was about it. But she gets points because she was driven. I, on the other hand, was soooooooooo close to doing my thing so I could get a date with Aldo D'Alessandro (I am a sucker for men with turntables!) but then I found out that not only is he married (figures!) but that he used to go out with my brother's girlfriend. EEK!
Since then, the "dude, I need a boyfriend" conversation hasn't ended. THANK YOU BEA FOR OPENING THAT CAN OF WORMS! I keep saying that it's one thing to make finding a boyfriend a project for the sake of companionship rather than for the sole purpose of marriage but apparently that's a stupid thing to say if you are a single woman over 25 in Santo Domingo.
Today we are having a party. THE GIRL is among our guests. Let's see how the "find me a boyfriend project" develops.