The last time I went to college (not that long ago) I ended up having to take a class on Marriage and Family. I was skeptical, but it was really pretty good.
One of the things my teacher said was that it is easier to get married when you are young, because when you are relatively unformed, your list of deal-breakers is shorter.
Damn right, dude. When I was a pretty young thing, my list was short: Does he like me? Is he cute? Okay, then.
As I got crankier and older, the list grew ever longer. You'd think that, as we grew wiser, we would become more tolerant. Wrong.
I was having coffee with my attorney, KD, the other day, and he talked about the most recent woman he had kicked to the curb.
"She just never caught on that the teapot belonged on the back burner, not the front," he said ruefully.
Ah yes. Those pesky details that make us cranky. The exMrStapler regularly castigated me for leaving the cabinet doors open and for my inability to make the dryer spit out all the socks I had put in it, leaving unmatched pairs (don't ask ME where they went. I honestly do not know).
I have to admit that I feel so good when I come home and shut the door to my tiny house behind me and it is just me and my dog...it worries me that I like it so much. No one to nag me. No one to ask me why I do things the way I do them. Just me and what I choose to do, when I choose to do it.
I never get lonely. But then again, I never have. Is there something wrong with me?
I look at the online personals ads quite regularly. I don't do anything about them, though. I just can't. Right now, my list is too long.