“You are so ungrateful! I was trying to help you by setting you up on dates, but you don’t answer my calls or texts. What’s wrong with you? All that education must’ve made you stupid!”
I responded with a few neutral sounds while opening her text. One look at the guy she set me up with made my stomach turn.
Did she think I was desperate?
The man in the picture had a face full of acne scars, and honestly, I was half-convinced I’d drop dead from shock.
Swallowing my annoyance – after all, she had just given birth – I declined politely. “I don’t think it’s a good match.”
Her response was even more hysterical. “Do you even know how old you are? You think you have options? A PhD means nothing – you’ll still end up popping out kids just like me. Look at me! I married up and skipped a few steps on the ladder. Men who make money don’t have to be handsome…”
Jane’s rant continued, and as she spoke, a wave of irritation washed over me. We had known each other for nearly thirty years, but for the first time, I felt real disgust.
I interrupted her. “So, in your mind, that’s all I deserve?”