donating...men

As the festive season approaches people start thinking about gifts. The art of giving becomes fashionable again, while this year the gloomy outlook due to the economic slowdown condemns extravagant spending. It is all about donations – donating to charity, donating clothes, donating blood, donating your time, donating this, donating that. When you walk down the street you simply cannot avoid the obnoxious facers asking you to donate to yet another good cause. How much can one person give?

My flatmate, in her increasingly positive, generous, Christmas is coming spirit decided to start donating…men.

She had, quite recently met someone who could pass as a dream son in law in every possible respect. The boy was handsome, intelligent, kind, outgoing…the list was endless. The only problem was, that she thought he was a tad too young. Possibly. Maybe. For her. So she would have to give him up.

But as he was such a good catch, she had decided to donate the boy to a single friend of hers. The girl is pretty, funny, intelligent and the right age. A perfect match. Indeed those two would make a wonderful couple and the girl would not have to waste the time of figuring out if the boy had potential or not, after all my flatmate had done that job already.

Apparently it is a bit like giving sweets up for lent. I am not quite sure what the link was but I assume it has something to do with personal growth and the lot. The only difference was that while for lent you give up something all together, when you donate, the good, this time the boy, will remain in use and bring benefits to others. Makes perfect sense. I suppose.

So now, as Christmas is approaching I am hoping that someone just has one charming prince in muddy running shoes too much and will happily donate him to me.

Maybe we should start up a new charity…