July 3, 2012 § 31 Comments
Yesterday I took an urgent call from my cousin who said, in the light of a recent conversation with me about speed being the essence when it comes to an available man, I must hasten to her party because one of her friends had just broken up with his wife. While I liked the spirit of her entreaty – a rare understanding by a married person that a plankton hasn’t got the luxury of procrastination – I also recognised that, put like that, there is something of the ambulance-chaser about the idea of targeting a fellow practically before the division of the DVDs. I was unable to go to the party anyway, but even if I had, I shouldn’t have liked to have been introduced to the poor man quite so soon with any such targeting in mind. Perhaps that is my problem: a certain delicacy in these matters when up against some women who have no delicacy at all and are happy to beat a path to a man’s door even as he is throwing the dust on the actual coffin of his just-late wife or the metaphorical coffin of his dead marriage. Indeed, even if he is happily married and there isn’t any death in sight.
A call to ruthlessness is perhaps in order and yet I cannot see it somehow. I am not ruthless and, even if I tried, my heart would never really be in it. But that is what it takes, I fear. Ergo, maybe I am destined to be alone?