He mentioned he couldn't believe how quickly the three years have gone by. I told him, "Well, time flies when you're having fun." He laughed. Then he said in stark seriousness, "Where's your husband?" And I told him, "I don't have one." He looked confused and grumbled a bit, and he said, "Really? Come on, YOU CRAZY!" as he sincerely smiled at me. Why does this West African termite inspector think I'm crazy? Because I think he sees what you see if you know me. That I'm fairly nice and normal. I'll take it as a compliment and roll on through my day.
P.S He was sure to also mention he'd keep his eyes peeled for a nice man for me. So not only is my family, friends and folks from Church looking for a man for me. But my termite guy. I'll take it!
