WHAT IF I MEET A GUY I LIKE?

Sometimes I walk down the street and look around to see if there is a guy I’d like to have as a livealong and I almost never see one who sings to me.

I like that my life offers freedom to do exactly as I please, whenever I please, get up when I like, go to sleep when I like.

As for a sleeping companion, I’ve previously written that ”I stopped caring whether someone with hairy legs was sharing my bed.  In fact, sharing my bed with my hairy beagle, Casey, is as pleasurable in it’s own way and in other ways a lot less bother. For example, I can blow my nose loudly in the night and Casey barely raises an eyebrow.”

Of all the things I worry about, finding a mate is not one of them unless you count the worry that I will meet someone I like. Then what?

Sometimes I ruminate about a week in the life of me and my imagined live-along.

My friend Marian’s experience bolsters this notion that I am better off living as a singleton.

Marian divorced, downsized, dated Jay for 2 years, and then Jay got cancer and died.

Read about Marian’s journey “Divorce, Downsizing, Dating & Death” on Home Goes Strong.

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