Man Blitz

I have this friend.  I'll call her LInda.  Fifteen years ago when she was 48, her second marriage exploded.  Over.  She went on a man blitz.

Joined every online dating site, answered every reasonable personals ad in the Baltimore Sun and the Washington Post.  She couldn't be bothered coming to a Girls' Night, she was out every night of the week. Exploring.

We finally captured her for our 50th birthday celebration on Hilton Head Island.  Her tales of the man hunt were hilarious.  By now, she had narrowed it to two guys, who she was on the phone with incessantly.

Did I mention she's a big girl?  Not fat, just big.  Attractive, not stunning.  Fun, definitely fun.  She taught English and preached feminism.  Seriously, to the point that the boys would complain to me, her colleague, about her anti-male bias.

A die hard feminist who couldn't live without a man.  There's an irony here.  We teased her unmercifully.

But, she landed her guy and was living on his cramped boat in Baltimore Harbor.  They married, later moved to New Mexico, and the boat sank in the harbor.

But, not the marriage.  Fifteen years later, they're still married and, apparently, quite happy.  They seem to be true soul mates.  They've both retired and are traveling all around the country in an RV.

I was so damn smug.  I don't really need a man.  I'm just fine.  I was climbing the career ladder.  Who had time?  Really, who had the patience?  Obviously, I didn't and, now, who's happily married and who's finally on a man blitz?

I rest my case.