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OK.  It’s a fair cop.  You’ve got me bang to rights, guv.  Whatever.  British pseudo slang – I don’t think anyone actually talks that way, but you have to admit, it’s colourful.

For all those who did not understand my convoluted British humour in the “about” page, the expression  “graduating the Old Katamon Dating Academy” = married.  And I am.  Married, that is.  To Richard of Richard’s Cookies, for those who have met him.  Plus one daughter.   It’s a well-kept secret (although the ceremony was witnessed several years ago by quite a few people), but this is it.  I’ve been outed.

What married person in their right mind would want to write about the singles scene?  There are actually quite a lot of marrieds, those of us who remember perhaps too much, too clearly, who feel we need to close the circle somehow, make a difference.  Some marrieds do a lot of matchmaking.  Some organize singles events.  I write.  Kvetch.  Yent.  Pontificate.  Write beautiful prose and poetry.  Whatever you choose to call it.

The other important information you should know about me, gentle reader, is that I’m not in my right mind.  In fact, I wouldn’t know a right mind if it came up and socked me in the temporal lobes.  I think right minds are a health hazard.  Somewhat akin to conventional wisdom, which is usually rather, well, conventional.

Married people aren’t usually born that way.  I have never seen a newborn wearing a wedding ring.  Well, maybe there was this one strange kid… Many of us have memories, scars, and embarrassing photographs to prove that once we, too, were (ulp) single.

So I’m married, battle-scarred, definitely in my wrong mind, probably out of my wits, and extremely opinionated.  You have been warned…

Photo from Jeff Belmonte at flickr.