Wild Thing, You Make My Heart Sing or A Tale In Which Singles Become Acquainted

And speaking of things that make my heart sing, or at least hum, I did, in fact, get my kitchen cleaned the other night.  And last night too.  Woohoo...apparently I'm on a two-night roll.  I should take this hot streak to Vegas, baby.

Today I feel compelled to tell you about a young single woman whose father, Bob, was led to set her up with a guy named - yes, you guessed it - Bob.

Now father Bob could not be faulted for wanting to come to the assistance of this young woman, his eldest favorite daughter.  While not quite "long in the tooth", she was definitely of a marrying age.  As opposed to the "still hanging around with her parents" age.  Not that either ever seemed to mind that.  She always enjoyed The Parentals, and, as far as she could tell, they enjoyed her.  (And if anyone knows otherwise, they should keep that little tidbit to themselves, because as we all know, ignorance is bliss.)

Actually, The Parental's household was always an open door whereby the singles of their local house of worship could commence to fellowship.  And fellowship they did.  Game Nights.  Home Groups.  (Ah, heck - you know how those churchy singles are...any excuse for a get-together.)   And she wasn't alone; there was another sister of  a marrying age just behind her....  So I'm sure you can understand the man's motivation to get those eligible maidens hitched, as it were.

So, Bob, The Father, decided that Bob, Not The Father, and Eligible Daughter #1 might be a good match for one another.  Bob, Not The Father, was attending the same church at the time, and it was convenient for him to join in on the singles' reindeer games.  And henceforth, the two met.  And became acquainted.  And may or may not have managed to ride together by themselves to and from an event or two, as singles who are getting acquainted are wont to do on occasion.

But as time progressed, Eligible Daughter #1 discovered traits of sweet Bob, Not The Father, that were, well, not conducive to moving forward with their acquaintanceship.

For example, Bob, Not The Father, saw only "G"-rated movies.  And while Eligible Daughter #1 (let's just call her ED#1, for short, shall we?), had been known to enjoy a good animated feature from time to time, she also enjoyed films aimed at, say, an audience of viewers who were old enough to vote.

ED#1 also discovered that Bob, Not The Father, only drove 55.  MPH.  Now ED#1, while no Sammy Hagar, did appreciate the use of the long pedal on the right, and was known to, on occasion, when warranted, drive just a wee bit faster than 55.

It was at this point that ED#1, while never one to be drawn to the proverbial "bad boys", decided that there had to be a happy medium somewhere between tattooed, motorcycle-driving, rock-star wanna-be and staid, sedate, rated "G" observer of speed limits.

And that was the end of Bob, Not The Father.  And she sincerely hopes he's very happy.  Because he was a pleasant person.

And then, eventually - very, very eventually - without the intervention of Bob, The Father - ED#1 would meet the man who would take her to PG movies and drive her around town.

In a rocking Toyota Camry.

And the irony is that he doesn't speed either.

But he does make her heart sing.