My Non-King-Sized Non-Problems......

Apparently, Rach thinks I'm a loner. A rebel. And there's things about me that you wouldn't understand. Things you couldn't understand. Things you SHOULDN'T understand. Oh, wait. That was Pee-Wee Herman. Alright, but still. Rach must think I'm a loner. Why else would she be constantly trying to set me up with other dudes? Sometimes it's a guy she met at work. Sometimes it's one of her friends' husband or boyfriend. Sometimes it's a random stranger in Publix. But there's one common denominator: I would LOVE them. No, I'm serious. Every time she starts telling me about some guy, she says, "Oh my god, you would just LOVE him!"

Really? I would love him? What exactly, in our 5 years together, have I done that would make you think that I'd get excited about meeting some guy? Do I walk up and down the street, kicking a can, because nobody will play with me? When someone knocks at the front door, do I scurry up to see who it is, hoping that it's someone who will be my friend? Do you get some sort of DirecTV-type referral bonus for signing people up to be my friend? Is there some sort of friend-quota that I have to meet? I don't understand.

And it's not as if I start jumping up and down giddily clapping when you tell me that you're setting me up on a dude-date. I get just as excited about a potential buddy as I get when you tell me we're getting a new bed-skirt. I mean, it's nice and everything, but is it really necessary? And then Rach always says, "Well, I just think yall would get along. That's all." Of course we would get along! I get along with everybody. I wonder when the last time she thought to herself, 'Oh geez, this guy would HATE Jeff.' Because THAT's actually a person that I'd like to hang out with.

Okay, enough ranting. Here's where this is relevant. Rach convinced me to go to a 'Men's Meeting' at the church. Apparently, the husband of one of her friends was going, and I was just gonna LOVE him. I gotta say, I'm still a little confused how she roped me into going. She must've used some sort of Jedi mind trick on me. She said she already had a meeting at the church at the same time, and they had free child care, and it required little to no effort on my part. Wait, on second thought, maybe she didn't have to use a Jedi mind trick on me. Anytime you use the phrases "free childcare" and "little to no effort on your part", I'll pretty much go along with anything. Doesn't matter what we're doing.

"Hey Jeff, I'm gonna go bomb a village of handicapped baby seal orphans. Wanna come?"

"Ehhh, I don't know."

"There's free childcare, and it won't require any effort on your part."

"Alright, I'm in."

So we're pulling up to the church, and Rach is giving me some last minute pointers on how to act on my man-date, "Don't talk about yourself too much. Oh, and act like you know how to fix cars. And make sure you pretend to enjoy hunting - church guys love to hunt. Pull your sleeves up a little bit, show them some biceps--but not too much! You don't want to seem like some workout slut!" Okay, I'm just kidding. She really didn't say any of that. But she did tie a steak around my neck to make sure they'd play with me. Okay, kidding about that too. But I have to say, it was a little strange when I walked in, looking for some random guy I've never met. I didn't know if Rach told the guy what I looked like, or who I was, or anything like that. So as people would walk up to me, I had the same sad, desperate, "please don't be crazy" smile that a thirty-nine year old single lady with five cats would have waiting for her blind date. I waited and waited, but alas, he did not show up. Sniff, sniff. Or even worse, he showed up, saw who I was, and then left. But if he's going to act like that, then he didn't deserve to be my homey anyway.

So the meeting starts, and they start talking about how men have a tendency to bridle up their feelings and avoid any emotionally damaging memories. They discussed the potential damages that bottling up all of those emotions could cause. Then some of the guys up on stage starting sharing their stories and what negative impacts that their issues had on their lives. There were issues with emotionally distant fathers, alcoholic fathers, absent fathers, abusive mothers, paranoid schizophrenic aunts. Guys dealing with depression, anger, alcoholism, estranged children, etc. It was some really powerful stuff. At this point, I could tell that these topics were really tapping into some emotional burdens weighing down a lot of the people in the audience. It was probably comforting for people share this moment with others who were going through some of the same issues. But for me, as I was sitting there trying to relate, all I could keep thinking about was how little I have to complain about. I mean, think about it, what problems do I really have? And I don't mean this in a cocky, braggadocios sort of way. But in more of an appreciative, thankful manner. It made me realize that whatever problems that I may conjure up in my head are just that; conjured up in my head. These people have legitimate beefs. Real issues that they have to contend with. My biggest problem is that my job can be stressful. Or that my healthy, beautiful kids brought home a B on their report card. Or that my hot wife can be a little....umm...eccentric sometimes. These are not problems. These are hardly even 'less than fortunate' situations. These are blogposts. So all of this is running through my head while I'm sitting in this men's meeting, and then it dawned on me. This lack of a serious situation is what enables me enjoy myself wherever I am. This is why that, somewhere, right now, one of Racheal's friends is talking to her husband, and she's saying, "Oh my god, you are just going to LOVE Jeff!"