Well, it looks like the hubby and I are heading for spitsville. It's an amicable thing, we know we aren't really meant for each other. Really, the only reason we still live together is financial. Neither one of us has a great job and the bills are just a little too much. So now I'm trolling the online market, looking for a new friend. someone to at least talk to, maybe go have a coffee with.
ARGH! To put it mildly, there's no one worth conversing with, let alone meeting and having a good time with. A bunch of shallow egomaniacs that only want what's between your legs! I think I'll just go hide under a rock somewhere and only come out when I hit 90. By then, the men won't remember what sex is, and I won't have to worry about it.