How's the weather? How's your husband?

You watch Sex and the City, right? (If you just said “No”, immediately hit up Netflix. Or come on over, I have all the DVDs.)  Anyway, remember the episode in season 3-ish, when the girls are at an engagement party? Someone asks Miranda if she’s seeing anyone special, and she jokes about seeing “unspecial” guys.

I felt like I had to do that the other day. Actually, all week! Maybe it’s because Sweetest Day, the lamest holiday EVER, is today, but all week people have been asking me about a husband. Talking about relationships is the new talking about the weather.  People don’t care if it’s going to rain anymore, what matters is do you have a diamond on your finger!

It started when I was telling someone about moving. I said I was excited to go, but really scared. I’m leaving my home, the place I’m comfortable with, and the friends I love. Her response was an enthusiastic, “Maybe you’ll meet your future husband there!”

See? That really did happen. 

Two days later, I had a similar conversation with someone else. This time I was freaking out a little more about moving (I don’t like change!), and she said, “Who knows, maybe the man of your dreams will be there.” 

I can't make this up.

I think about three other people said pretty much the exact same thing. “Maybe your husband is there!” 

………And if he’s not? Does that mean this move will be a waste of time? Is meeting a husband the only good thing that could happen there?  Forget advancing my career, or discovering a new hobby, or making great new friends.  Nope, I must find the love of my life.

Thankfully I have my male friends too, who remind me of the important things (like the big football team in this town… ugh).

Just yesterday I was on the phone catching up with an old friend I haven’t talked to in years. After updating me on her kids’ progress, she asked, “So, do you have a man?”  No honey, I have Sex and the City.  Sometimes without the city.