Lookin’ for love in all the wrong places . . .

 

I’ve decided to check out one of those on-line dating sites. And I’ve been working on my date-site profile:

“I’m 62-years-old and I’m looking for that special someone to share my life and my sleeping bag with. I don’t have much money, or much hair, but I do have plenty of lovin’ and plenty of feral cats to share with the right person. If you’ve ever dreamed of spending romantic nights sipping 40s of Olde English malt liquor directly from the bottle in a back alley or under the moon and stars or huddled in a doorway in the middle of a torrential downpour, then I could be that man you’ve been looking for all these years!!”

One thought on “Lookin’ for love in all the wrong places . . .

  1. Well the elderly, crazy, blue haired, mediated cat woman market is booming on the left coast. Embrace the possibilities! Think of the endless stimulating conversation and feral excitement!

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