A few months ago I received the most amazing advice on how to get a husband.
After one of my shows a middle-aged lady came up to me and posed the following question: “I know you joke about being single in your act, but is getting married something you want?”
“Sure, when I meet the right guy,” I responded.
“Okay, well if you’re serious about wanting to get a husband, here’s what you need to do. You need to get a pair of men’s pants and hang them on the end of your bed. Then you pray to God every night to fill those pants with the perfect man,” she said firmly.
I almost started laughing, but there was no hint of joking in her voice.
Oh my, I realized. She’s serious! And she wasn’t finished.
“But you’re tall,” she added thoughtfully. “So you want to hang a big pair of pants so you get a tall man.”
“My dad is tall,” I interjected. “Can I use a pair of his pants?”
“Oh no, sweetie. That’s a little weird,” she said, looking mortified.
Good! I was wondering where the bar for “weird” was. It definitely had been raised in this conversation. And she still wasn’t finished.
“Go to Goodwill and pick up a pair of pants there,” she finished. “That’s what I did when I was ready to get married. I hung those pants up, prayed, and then I joined Christian Mingle and found my husband!”
There were so many crazy wisecracks going through my head. I got the sense this wasn’t the kind of person who would take teasing. (It’s much less rude, and requires less of a spine, to blog about it later.) Instead I smiled and said, “Thank you for the advice.”
“Please let me know how it goes!” she said.
That’s when my willpower dissolved.
“I will definitely let you know when I have a man in my pants.”
Later I relayed the whole thing to my friend who was with me. We decided I shouldn’t rush into hanging just any pair of pants. Based on this lady’s logic, the kind of pants I hang will be indicative of the man who fills them.
I immediately dismissed the Goodwill suggestion because I don’t want a used man. But did I want to hang scrubs and get a doctor? Designer pants and get a lawyer or businessman? If I hung up an Ironman suit, would I get Robert Downey Jr.?
I still haven’t decided. I think I’ll just keep praying that God will provide me with the right guy at the right time. And with the right pants.
I haven’t hung the pants yet, but that conversation did get me thinking about starting a new dating website. I will call it Maninmypants.com. I am too scared to Google it to see if it’s taken.
What crazy advice have you received for finding a spouse? And, did it work?