Spoilt for Choice? Give Me a Break!
October 10, 2011 § 10 Comments
While it may seem as though I am spoilt for choice, I just need to go over my choices to prove to those who think I am no longer a rightful plankton, that I jolly well am.
First, a nice man whom I don’t fancy. I am fully aware that planktons should feel themselves supremely fortunate to have anyone after them, even Cyclops himself, let alone a kindly man of means, and that planktons cannot afford to be choosy, ever, such is their lowly status. Indeed, in the dark forest of the night, I am wondering in ten years’ time, when there is still nobody and never will be again, if I will look back at this “chance” and regret not clutching it to my bosom and clinging on for dear life bearing in mind beggars and all that, and the fact that I am firmly, wholly, utterly and manifestly in the last chance saloon. I do not fancy him and do not think it is right, but who is to say what I may feel a desert-y decade from now?
Second, Smidgen. I waiver on this one for a number of reasons. It wouldn’t be awfully professional to enter into a relationship with him, but by no means inappropriate. That makes me hesitate slightly. I think he and I both run hot and cold on this factor, as well as our feelings – or not – for each other. Put it this way: he is great, he could turn out the be the love of my life, and I may be looking back some time from now and think, what took me so long? There he was all that time under my nose; how foolish of me, so much time when I could have been with him wasted, dithering and feeling sorry for myself and bleating on about planktonhood, and there he was all along. Ah well, no point dwelling and Happy Ever After! I am not dismissing this scenario, but right now I can’t quite see it somehow.
Third, Long Shot. It is so obvious that I am completely the person for him and vice versa, only the problem is he hasn’t clocked that yet, so while I am working on it, avidly it must be said, it cannot be said I have got very far so far, though the signs of spending some time with him imminently are the tinsiest bit promising. I then just have to get over the hurdle of securing him falling in love with me. No picnic. I am not one of those people who others regularly and easily fall for. If I were, I wouldn’t be needing to write this blog because the plankton experience would be completely beyond my ken as it is for a lot of women who look better than I do, and have legs up to their nostrils.
As for any other men: I have not even met let alone spoken to another (unmarried) man for many a moon, and there is nothing of the remotest significance in my diary from here to kingdom come which suggests that I ever will again. Book Club and renewing my resident’s parking permit permitting. I don’t think so.
Plankton status seriously secured for another aeon. End of story. Unless, of course, any of you are suggesting I should go and hang out at a bloody bus stop.