My oldest brother has fallen in love and my world's going to heck in a hand-basket.
Scott and I have always been close. Unusually alike in way too many ways to mention. But one good example of how alike we are is if we're in proximity of each other, one of us is saying what the other one is thinking.
It's never bothered me and I've always found the value in it. I know to be 10-years apart yet so similar is special.
But now he's in love.
Everything is changing.
And I don't like it, not one little bit.
When he first started dating Miss Right, I was elated. He'd have a little catch in his breath when he'd say, "Sis, I think I've found The One." He's said it quite a bit.
One night, he asked me to call her and introduce myself. Miss Right spends half the year in Alaska on an almost isolated island and the other half in Idaho. At that time, she was in Alaska.
I called. I chatted. And I like her. Really, really like her.
But as more time goes by, I'm starting to get cold feet.
It started this past Sunday night. Scott, of all the people in this world, lectured me. For a very long time, I might add.
The lecture began with my dating habits. He started lecturing me about my future! And he used the word marriage! Like it might actually happen to me someday!
Whoa! I don't think like that and he didn't either. Not before he met Miss Right.
For all 38 of my years, he and I were on the same page.
When I was old enough, we'd be on the phone and he'd say, "This is happening (in my relationship) and I don't know why, I don't like it." I'd say, "Here's why you hate it" and fill in the blanks. And visa-versa.
The world was in perfect balance, because we understood each other 100 percent.
Now, if given the chance, big brother would organize a Mr. Right candidacy campaign ASAP. He'd have what he considers eligible men fill out applications, then he'd go through and weed out what he thinks are the good ones. (Although, honestly, the idea of having a mate that's gone six months out of the year does sound sorta appealing).
Suddenly, Scott's worried about my marital status (although he assured me I'm beautiful and didn't use words like, oh, say, "Old Maid).
It's creeping me out.
Who is this man and what did he do with my big brother?