Hello folks.
Sorry for missing my Monday post this week. I had a busy weekend. And you can make of that what you will, you single-track-minded types.
As compensation, to keep you busy while I’m typing something up for tomorrow, I present you with… kittens! The internet has proven that there is nothing quite as distracting as a captioned photograph of cats, except maybe a video of cats. So here you go.
HT to That Guy
I recently marked my 42nd gentleman caller — although that’s a bit of a misnomer as I had to go to him. (Driving 2 hours to date someone in NYC is normal. Driving two hours to date someone outside is to much to ask.)
The rate of gentlemen over the years has not been constant; there’s been a bit of an increase. Indeed, if this trend continues I think I may soon see my 50th “caller.”
That calls for a party, methinks. A Confirmed Bachelorette party, celebrating Half a Century of Men and Boys. Gifts not required, but welcome if they purr.
Does this signify anything? I doubt it. After all, my math shows that there must be hundreds if not thousands of bachelors in my range around. So this is more of an excuse to throw a party, and maybe get a cat, than anything else. But the big Five-Oh… surely that’s a number worth marking?
Bad for Shidduchim 