My brother-in-law is my age. I think he'd pretty much stopped dating and was becoming pretty reclusive, and when he did anything besides go do work, it was alone. Before he met Ms. Flake, I doubt he'd had a date in ten years. She pursued him pretty actively.
She's not as bad a person as the picture I paint of her here. Hosting her/them is difficult. Meeting them in another city where we eat out every meal, and have just-us time in our hotel room, works much better.
My cute bathroom is fully restored, the towels washed and rehung, the sink and mirror cleaned, one dot moved three inches. It still makes me smile. I know that won't last, so I'm enjoying it while it does.
Maryn, dotta about her dots