Spinster, I Presume? ...

Yesterday, I was at my mom's house for a few minutes.

I was wearing workout clothes and no makeup with my hair pulled back in an impromptu twist. I wasn't planning on seeing anyone; didn't care how I looked.

"I have a friend coming over," mom said.

Oh. OK.

I was on their computer when the friend arrived. Mom came in to the room. "I'd like you to meet Sandra," she said.

"I'm not really presentable," I said.

Not a good-enough answer.

So I walked into the kitchen and said, "Please forgive the way I look," as I shook her hand.

"Oh, you got the height," Sandra observed. Yes, yes I did. There are many tall people in my family, and I am one of them.

And within seconds, she said, "Hmm, I don't know anyone your height." It wasn't an observation. It was a presumption.

I smiled politely. "I'm with someone."

"Oh," she said. Then added, "I like that. 'I'm with someone.' "

Granted, there was a picture on the counter that my mom had shown her, and in it, my brothers are standing with their wives and I have my arms around my nephew Natanael. But that picture is four years old.

So what's with the instant judgment? 1) She presumed I was alone. 2) She instantly felt like she should be fixing me up. 3) She thought she should be fixing me up with a guy. And she'd known me for about 15 seconds.