It gets a little lonely here in this big house all alone. To counteract that, I was thinking about dating. You know, some guy picks me up, takes me out to eat (and I do love to eat!) and then go some where like a movie, or a play or drive around and look at "stuff". We could even take a walk along the River Walk downtown. There are all kinds of things to do. Then he could bring me home and walk me up to the door. We could look at the moon and say goodnight.
With this in mind, I have begun to look at the crop of men out there. As most of you know, I am well past the age of consent. This having been said, so are any of the men I would consider dating. Moving along, I am pretty sure that were I decide to actually date one of the creatures, I need to update my wardrobe. I do not recall the last time I actually purchased an item of clothing other then underwear (full cut cotton white) or socks (cotton ankle high white). I wear mostly tee shirts which are slowly becoming threadbare and grease spotted. I own 2 button up blouses. I have worn the checkered one twice and looked at the other one once. Mostly I wear jeans, but I do have several pairs of slacks for church. So a ward robe update is necessary if I want to impress anyone. Seems like a lot of work just to be socially acceptable.
So, to get to the crux of the matter, I flipped on the television the other day and happened onto a channel that I did not even know existed. Perhaps God poked my remote, but I was treated to several episodes of "Forensic Files". First one was an affluent family, husband a dentist, wife beaten to death in her bed. Spoiler alert, the husband did it because he was trying to save on child support and had 2 mistresses who needed attention. Another man killed his girlfriend, dismembered her, cut her bones in half and scattered them in a forest. Her head he tossed in the lake. But DNA did them both in at the end of the investigation. One of them was so stupid that setting up the crime scene, he had the ladder to the upstairs bedroom window backwards! I do not know just how many of you have tried to climb a ladder backwards to an upstairs window, but I am pretty sure it can not be done!
Any way, that afternoon of binge watching people killing other people, made me rethink this whole dating thing. Other than serial killers who would kill me just for the fun of it, most of the murders are committed by some one who loves you! These people have kissed and held their victims in a scenario where intimacy is involved. Several of them had children! Did you read about the guy here in town who killed his mother, cut her up, put part of her in a suit case and threw it in the dumpster? Or the guy in the Springs who beat his fiancée to death with a ball bat? So, back to this dating thing...
It is kind of nice to set here with my comfortable wardrobe, in my little house that needs a good cleaning and not have to worry about going out in the dark with someone who just might be the last trip out I take. It would be nice to have some one actually care enough to call and say goodnight, but it is really not necessary. I have kids that check on me. I have friends who drop by occasionally. I have a cat and a dog.
I used to walk around Runyon Lake, but then I noticed there were a lot of druggies hanging out there and I stopped that. Now I just walk around out here. No one knows when I leave and no one knows when I come back, but I am pretty sure if something happens to me, it will be a random act and not some guy that I decided to "date".
Yep. It is going to be another long day!
With this in mind, I have begun to look at the crop of men out there. As most of you know, I am well past the age of consent. This having been said, so are any of the men I would consider dating. Moving along, I am pretty sure that were I decide to actually date one of the creatures, I need to update my wardrobe. I do not recall the last time I actually purchased an item of clothing other then underwear (full cut cotton white) or socks (cotton ankle high white). I wear mostly tee shirts which are slowly becoming threadbare and grease spotted. I own 2 button up blouses. I have worn the checkered one twice and looked at the other one once. Mostly I wear jeans, but I do have several pairs of slacks for church. So a ward robe update is necessary if I want to impress anyone. Seems like a lot of work just to be socially acceptable.
So, to get to the crux of the matter, I flipped on the television the other day and happened onto a channel that I did not even know existed. Perhaps God poked my remote, but I was treated to several episodes of "Forensic Files". First one was an affluent family, husband a dentist, wife beaten to death in her bed. Spoiler alert, the husband did it because he was trying to save on child support and had 2 mistresses who needed attention. Another man killed his girlfriend, dismembered her, cut her bones in half and scattered them in a forest. Her head he tossed in the lake. But DNA did them both in at the end of the investigation. One of them was so stupid that setting up the crime scene, he had the ladder to the upstairs bedroom window backwards! I do not know just how many of you have tried to climb a ladder backwards to an upstairs window, but I am pretty sure it can not be done!
Any way, that afternoon of binge watching people killing other people, made me rethink this whole dating thing. Other than serial killers who would kill me just for the fun of it, most of the murders are committed by some one who loves you! These people have kissed and held their victims in a scenario where intimacy is involved. Several of them had children! Did you read about the guy here in town who killed his mother, cut her up, put part of her in a suit case and threw it in the dumpster? Or the guy in the Springs who beat his fiancée to death with a ball bat? So, back to this dating thing...
It is kind of nice to set here with my comfortable wardrobe, in my little house that needs a good cleaning and not have to worry about going out in the dark with someone who just might be the last trip out I take. It would be nice to have some one actually care enough to call and say goodnight, but it is really not necessary. I have kids that check on me. I have friends who drop by occasionally. I have a cat and a dog.
I used to walk around Runyon Lake, but then I noticed there were a lot of druggies hanging out there and I stopped that. Now I just walk around out here. No one knows when I leave and no one knows when I come back, but I am pretty sure if something happens to me, it will be a random act and not some guy that I decided to "date".
Yep. It is going to be another long day!
