Boy from Ipanema is an illusion!

After an evening of scrapbooking, I got my goodnight call from mom. She told me about her evening out. She ran into an old coworker, Mrs. Jay. Mrs.Jay asked if I were married and had kids, when my mom replied no. She told my mom to tell me lower my standards. OK all who know me, my first thought was Aww Hell Naw. What kinda back woods country shit is that? Lower my standards? I feel I have my share of dealing with lackadaisical substandard men. So, sorry Mrs. Jay, I usually take ole ladies advice, but this time Ima past.