Apparently, I am to damn picky. (And I am simply a pathetic loser.)

Let me explain:

Charming old lady I work with has been talking up her grandson for months. I was a tiny bit skeptical since this very grandson showed his grandma the refridgerator he turned into a keg cooler which was dubbed the "Keginator". (I mean, really, what decent grandson shows his grandmother these things?) But, since I am clearly beyond the point of pickiness, she brought in pictures of her handsome grandson.

*silence*

Handsome is a very subjective term.

Very.

As I rifled through the pictures, I was politely making comments, but inwardly screaming GET THESE THINGS AWAY FROM ME. HIS UGLYNESS MIGHT RUB OFF ON ME. After I politely finished and made appropriate comments, she was showing them to all the horny old ladies in my office who cooed what a hot little stud he was. It was only then, as I was sitting at my desk, that she pulled out the picture of him, with his girlfriend. His girlfriend who, I gleaned from the rather loud comments, is quite cute and adorable.

Excuse me, do I have a sign stapled on my forehead that reads: In Danger Of Becoming The Spinster Nanny Sister, Please Try And Hook Me Up With All Things Male. Single AND Attached, Welcome.