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Mary, the daughter of some parental friends, is on her high-school-senior college-tour and my mom (on Face Time) told me their plans called for them to be in New Haven over the weekend. “Would you mind taking an hour to give her a campus tour?” I rolled my eyes saying, “I barely know the place myself.” She waited silently with obvious, parental patience. “I’ve got a TON of homework,” I pleaded. “I’d owe you,” she said, encouragingly. I sighed, struggling with my new and heavy burden, “ALL right,” I groaned. Mary and I know each other from hospital events we couldn’t avoid (her dad is an emergency surgeon) but we’ve never hit it off. I take some pride in being able to talk about anything - from football to politics or movies to fashion but Mary’s one and only interest is guys. Mary’s one of those girls who HAS to have a boyfriend - like there’s a municipal ordinance requiring one - and just about any guy will do. She didn’t even have to particularly like them but they had to be Instagram pretty. So any time I’d see her (we didn’t go to the same school) she’d have a Tom or Ed or Frank in tow, filling that boyfriend requirement and due to the high boyfriend turnover rate, she’d constantly and embarrassingly flirt with other potential boyfriends right in front of Mr. Now. It was enough to shame my gender. A typical Mary conversation: “Are you dating anyone?” She’d ask. “No,” I’d admit. “You’re just shy,” she’d say, “You just need to put yourself out there.” She was positive and encouraging, even in the face of increased competition. “I used to be shy,” she revealed. Which I doubted very much. Anyway, once they (her Mom joined us) were certified vaccinated, we got a student volunteer for a real Yale tour. I love the “Harry Potter” look of old campus. (COVID restrictions limit where visitors can go). I find I already have a sense of “ownership” here and I secretly hope she ends up somewhere else. I waved as they drove off, wishing her a bucket of instagram smiles. . Hmmm… maybe this sounds catty *shrug* - does this sound catty?

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The Wasted Hour

Mary, the daughter of some parental friends, is on her high-school-senior college-tour and my mom (on Face Time) told me their plans called for them to be in New Haven over the weekend. “Would you mind taking an hour to give her a campus tour?” I rolled my eyes saying, “I barely know the place myself.” She waited silently with obvious, parental patience. “I’ve got a TON of homework,” I pleaded. “I’d owe you,” she said, encouragingly. I sighed, struggling with my new and heavy burden, “ALL right,” I groaned. Mary and I know each other from hospital events we couldn’t avoid (her dad is an emergency surgeon) but we’ve never hit it off. I take some pride in being able to talk about anything - from football to politics or movies to fashion but Mary’s one and only interest is guys. Mary’s one of those girls who HAS to have a boyfriend - like there’s a municipal ordinance requiring one - and just about any guy will do. She didn’t even have to particularly like them but they had to be Instagram pretty. So any time I’d see her (we didn’t go to the same school) she’d have a Tom or Ed or Frank in tow, filling that boyfriend requirement and due to the high boyfriend turnover rate, she’d constantly and embarrassingly flirt with other potential boyfriends right in front of Mr. Now. It was enough to shame my gender. A typical Mary conversation: “Are you dating anyone?” She’d ask. “No,” I’d admit. “You’re just shy,” she’d say, “You just need to put yourself out there.” She was positive and encouraging, even in the face of increased competition. “I used to be shy,” she revealed. Which I doubted very much. Anyway, once they (her Mom joined us) were certified vaccinated, we got a student volunteer for a real Yale tour. I love the “Harry Potter” look of old campus. (COVID restrictions limit where visitors can go). I find I already have a sense of “ownership” here and I secretly hope she ends up somewhere else. I waved as they drove off, wishing her a bucket of instagram smiles. . Hmmm… maybe this sounds catty *shrug* - does this sound catty?