A List of Potentials

So, don't worry... I certainly got it laid into me today for not being married (as I do EVERYday when being near my parents, but this day was particularly noteworthy).

So, my dad comes up with this great idea as we were finishing up breakfast this morning...

He's going to make a list of potential guys for me. So, there we are in the kitchen and my dad proceeds to make a list (I think the final count of the list was ten) of my possiblities. Now admitting that this occurred is ABSOLUTELY humiliating for me, and I kind of can't believe I'm blogging this, but really I'm just demonstrating the ridiculousness that encompasses me in the Swift household. I jokingly said to Hunter..."And I can put in on my blog!" So, here I am...doing exactly that.

The picture is bad, but I'm too lazy to do anything to make it better. And as Mary McMullen previewed this post before I actually published it, she asked, "So, what are you supposed to do now?" I don't respond. I don't know HOW to respond. I just shake my head and shrug my shoulders in disbelief, because her confusion is exactly the degree to which I am at. There is nothing TO be done with the list. But, read on, my friends, read on. I'll just say...this list now rests and is maybe permanently magneted to the front of the refridgerator.

What might be the funniest thing about this incident is the fact that the first person on the list is John Cory (whose father is a judge in Las Vegas and my father knows his father from law school). I happened to have been in the same ward with John and his father (because he was in the bishopric) in my first ward in Vegas. So, I knew who John was and knew of the connection, but never really said anything about it. He seemed nice enough, but the whole ward wasn't particularly friendly or inviting to new people, so I think I just felt like he was this established guy in the ward and I didn't want to intrude or anything. And...he also was dating this girl and I found out recently that they got married (I've been out of the ward for awhile). But, my dad ignores me when I tell him John is married and says "But there might be other available sons!" And the thing is...is that everything conducted by my parents is done to a much elevated stress level than the normal household. That's for a whole other post, I think. It was almost like he was mad at me for not realizing that John could have brothers.

So, then the list proceeds...I'm not going to be specific about who else was on the list, because it's embarassing. Several times as the list is being written, my dad is heard asking my mother "Do the ____________ have a single son?" So, people (or families) are on this list and we don't even know if they have a single son! Oh my gosh... I can't believe I'm in this family. Yes, yes...It was kind of funny, and we were joking that I'll be like, "Wait a second. Let me just check and see if you are on my list" before proceeding with any relationship.

Okay... So, here are some of the names and I'll give you some background. Realize that I've never met any of these people.

Patrick (My Dad and Hunter met him once in New York. He's a friend of my cousin Josh's from Columbia, who lives in Phoenix now and is an investment banker.)

Either of the single Eyres - Josh and Talmadge are still single (We know their family from McLean.)

___________ Archibald (That's right. We don't even know if he exists, but maybe and therefore added to the list. My parents know the family from Potomac, Maryland)

Chris Blakesly (My cousin's wife's younger brother. He's at UNLV law. Maybe I could actually do something about this one.)

Following the name (or family name) of each person on the list is the location where each of these potential spouses reside. So, that I might find them, of course. So, my quest begins. I am off, my friends. Wish me luck.

As I told Katie and Ann this week... My requirements are simple. Older and rich. It's not too much to ask. And I'm realizing I'm even really lenient on the former.

So, there you have it. I'll try and keep posts less personal or humiliating in the future.