“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.
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