Risking my Biscuit

I moved this weekend. I've lived in the condo in Holladay for two years which is the longest I've lived anywhere since I graduated from high school. Which is kind of significant. During my time there I had six roommates. All but one of them has gotten married or engaged during those two years. I had no complaints about where I was living but its tough and kind of annoying to keep four bedrooms filled when there's no lease and people are getting married every 4-6 months.

So Jill and I (the remaining unmarried roommate if you are keeping score) decided to move to a smaller two bedroom apartment. We've both acknowledged that we're on a slippery slope.

Let me back up. Earlier this spring (about the same time Jill and I were first considering downsizing and relocating) I was chatting with a married friend at work who is the same age as myself. She was telling me how a fellow co-worker struck her as odd because she was in her late 20's, single, rarely went on dates, had one female roommate who she had lived with for quite some time and the pair of them were looking for a new place to live but were having a hard time finding a place that would accommodate their adopted cat and dog. She's telling me this with a raised eyebrow and a tone that suggests something is not quite congruent with this "lifestyle" and the tell-tale signs of devout Mormonism she had seen on this woman.

I became increasingly horrified as I realized that she was describing my life in three or four years if nothing changes. Jill had even suggested to me that if we found a place that would allow pets that we should get a dog. I thought it sounded like a good idea.

Cut to Scene 2: Jill had been invited to a work barbeque and her boss, aware of her relationship status, encouraged her to bring someone. As is the usual with Jill (and myself) she had no male friends she felt comfortable asking. She does home health and so she never really sees any of the people she works with thus doesn't really know any of them. Although she knows all of them are married. Feeling like she might be uncomfortable at the party she called her boss and asked if she could bring her roommate (me). Her boss's reply: "Well, sure, if you want to risk it." Risk what? inquired Jill. "You know, people thinking...." his voice trailed off.

Really folks? Really? Is this what my life is going to be like? People talking about me with raised eyebrows and hinting suggestions? I'm a single, LDS woman. Too old to live with my family, and I'd rather not live alone so what options do I have? This doesn't seem fair.

Good thing Jill and I have a good sense of humor about it. Our ward went mini-golfing for home evening and not having cash, Jill asked if I would spot her for her ticket. I replied "Sure, if you want to risk it". I asked her if she wanted to run to Wal-Mart to pick up some stuff for our new place and she said, "Sure, if you want to risk it".

Apparently we're risking a lot these days.