Romance is apparently overrated.
You see, my Babcia (Grandma) said it, and duh, she’s always right.
While my mom quizzed my sister on STDs for my sister’s microbiology course, my grandmother proclaims the following:
“Geez I’m never getting married to an old man again! They’re all so full of diseases! Between all those STDs, they’ll kill me before I have time to enjoy anything!”
Sister: You can always live in a happy platonic relationship with an old man.
Babcia: Platonic, Ha!! No, old men go strong til they’re eighty. There’s no staying away from them and their diseases!
I travel quite a bit, so I like to consider myself a decently worldly person.
Recently though, I’ve had a few conversations that have made me realize how unaware I am of the outside world.
Friend (On a mission trip in Australia): This trip is fantastic! …But scary sometimes.
Me: OMG what happened??
Friend: All the guys slept inside our little house and made us girls sleep outside in flimsy tents and I could hear the wild dogs screaming nearby and the poisonous bugs scurrying.
Lesson #1: Men who are overdosed with kindly mission work end up throwing chivalry out the window after a certain point, and no longer care for the welfare of the women around them. No mission trips for me! I only like nice men.