Random story from my past.

I just remembered this story the other day and figured it might be interesting for those who I've never told (I've never told anyone actually). Anyways, it was like four years ago (I think I had just finished college) and I was helping my dad paint this fancy house. Unfortunately we had to do all the work while the people were living in the house, which I hate since they watch you as you paint but never mind that since it's not important to the story, lol. Anyways, the family ended up being penticostals, and they had a daughter a year older than me. That's already bad news to me, because my dad loves to poke fun and joke about me possibly dating any girl he thinks would be good for me. Well, that in itself would've been annoying to put up with for the three weeks we were there, but it ended up being much worse. The girl's mother ended up being one of those parents who tries to hook up her daughter with any guy she deems worthy of being a good match. It ended up being the worst three weeks of my life. Well, maybe that's taking it a little far, but seriously, every day this woman would say something to me like "My daughter really needs a boyfriend, you're single aren't you?" or "You're a really nice guy, think you'll be looking for a girlfriend any time soon? Oh wait, Lindsay's single!" with the girl standing right in the room listening. After the first few days I just got tired of being embarrassed so I went into the basement and took my time working down there (don't tell my father that I wasn't working hard!). I ended up working down there by myself almost the entire month it took to finish the job, and frankly I enjoyed it that way. The daughter of the couple was pretty obviously annoyed by her parents trying to hook her up and the entire thing made me very uncomfortable. By the time we finished I felt like cheering as we pulled out of their driveway for the last time. Wait, I did cheer! haha. I'll never forget that time. My father asked if I was disappointed that I'd never see Lindsay again, and I proudly stated "Are you kidding? I'm GLAD that I'll never see her again. I'm a rebel!" Ah, I love irritating my parents. I think it was that experience that made me decide that I never want to date or get married. Just to bug my parents and go against everything that other people strive for. Now I'm not completely against the idea of a girlfriend or wife though.