A Woman’s Imagination

13 07 2007

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“A lady’s imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.” ~Jane Austen

I’d only been home for two days, but my answering machine was already cluttered with messages of “Call me back ASAP” from Jen. Since her voice sounded more like a giggly girl at a slumber party than someone in the middle of a crisis, I wrote “call Jen” on a sticky note and continued with my unpacking. I’d call her after I’d run a load of whites.

Apparently, she just couldn’t wait for me to dig my smelly socks out of the blue duffle bag and track down a bottle of bleach, because before the rinse cycle was underway, the phone rang. She asked a few pleasantries — if the airplane food was as gross as normal, and whether I’d enjoyed the conference — before cutting to the chase.

From Admiration to Love

“So,” said the enthusiastic voice on the other end of the line, “Tell me about him!”

I mentally flipped through files of friends and acquaintances trying to decipher who the elusive him was before finally just asking what on earth she was talking about.

“Oh,” she obviously thought I was being coy, “you know who I mean, Kelsey.”

I wondered if she’d confused my life with someone else’s, perhaps someone from one of those soap operas I pride myself on never watching, or maybe it was a side affect of a Pride and Prejudice overdose.  Who knows.

“There isn’t any guy to tell you about.” I said. The last him of any interest whatsoever had been a fellow I’d met briefly while at the conference, who I’d never mentioned to Jen because it wasn’t worth mentioning.  After all, we hadn’t even swapped MySpaces.

From Love to Matrimony

While gone, though, I’d briefly mentioned chatting with Conference Dude in a short email to Kathy.  Kathy told Beth, a mutual friend of ours, I was dating someone I’d only just met.  Beth then told Jen, who immediately took it from dating to matrimony.  By the time I got home and was attempting to do my laundry in peace, the story had grown so much, you’d have thought they’d drenched it with Miracle Grow.

It’s amazing how when several women with rapid imaginations enter the equation, something as mundane as, “I talked with an interesting guy over coffee,” can turn into, “I’m getting married this summer to someone I only just met and didn’t bother to tell you.”

Jen,  disappointed to discover there wasn’t going to be a summer wedding — or spring, fall or winter for that matter — said with a sigh, “Oh, and I was looking forward to the wedding.”  I laughed.  At moments like that, there isn’t much else you can do.

Thankfully, Jen hadn’t bought a gift yet; although, I guess a new toaster never hurt anyone.




7 responses

13 07 2007

But then…. there is always another conference! 🙂 Great story!

LOL – Yes, that’s true. I think I’ll be a little more tightlipped in the future. Although, I had thought I already was. 😛

It’s great to have you back again, Tim!


14 07 2007
Mrs. Nicklebee

I’m glad to hear you haven’t gone off and gotten yourself engaged on a whim, Miss Kelsey. lol It’s interesting how quickly a story like that comes together with so few details in the beginning.

It’s crazy how quickly nothing can turn into something. I’m sure part why the grapevine was so excited about it was because they knew I’m not the sort to get engaged at a moments notice. I think they were hoping my life had finally gotten a bit more fun to talk about. 😉


18 07 2007
Mrs. Nicklebee




19 07 2007
Mrs. Nicklebee

By the way, you’ve been tagged.

Thank you for telling me. I’ll go check it out. 🙂


20 07 2007

Hey, You are now officially tagged, sorry, they did it to me, now I must pass on the blessings to you!
You know the drill, do it, link it, pass it on, have fun with it!
No pressure; if you got a life, opt out!
The Home Engineer

Yes, I know the drill pretty well. 🙂


3 08 2007

Bahaha! What a great intro. quote to that humorous story! Don’t all of us women do that in our friendships — trying to set each other up for a dream man? LOL There’s always us Janes…and Charlottes…and Emmas.

From the quote, it sounds like you’re probably like me and will eventually see “Becoming Jane” soon (the new movie). I think it looks good, at least. And I’m also laughing because I just put on a load of whites myself.

And Amy the kitty is lovely. I like the profile pic to the right. 🙂

Thank you, Melanie. I’ve always liked the quote, so I was pleased when I realized I finally had a story to go along with it. 🙂

It’s so true; there are a lot of Janes, Charlottes and Emmas wondering around in the world. It seems to be part of the feminine makeup to want to not only read Jane Austen’s classic books, but to also act them out in our own lives and our friends. I’m sure part of it’s simply the desire for a “happily ever after,” but I think we also like the idea of their being a real “Mr. Right” and not just a “Mr. Right Now.”

You guessed right. I’m planning on seeing “Becoming Jane” when it comes out. I think it looks good, and I’m always up for another excuse to go to the movies.

I love cats, so Amy is my baby. 🙂

Thank you for stopping by and commenting. I hope you come again.


4 08 2007

Thanks. I needed a laugh. If this quote is true, and it seems it is for some reason, it must be why my husband and I drove everyone around us insane when we were dating for FIVE YEARS. hehe.


I’m glad you found a laugh. 🙂

It’s strange, but the quote does seem to be true. I don’t think everyone’s like that — maybe it’s just wishful thinking on my part — but there sure are a lot who are. I think my friends and extended family would go insane if I dated someone for five years. Maybe I just wouldn’t tell them for the first four so they wouldn’t get too excited. 😉


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