Today I met up with a good friend of mine to walk our dogs together. He's in his late 60s. We met a few years ago when one of my dogs tried to inhale his poodle.
Fossil is a wealth of knowledge - tells me all sorts of interesting facts about cheese, wine and something called "vinyls" (Ok, I know what vinyls are) He even remembers when Lego first came out!! He is one of the nicest guys I know. As we sat on a bench overlooking Zoo Lake, and Fossil told me about the breeds of ducks gliding by, I began to think there would be great benefits to dating a really old guy...
.. If ever I broke my leg, I could borrow his walking stick
...He probably doesn't live with his parents
...If he tries to run away, I would be able to catch him
..If he gets too talkative, I could just hide his teeth
...He'd make a great Who wants to be a Millionaire, phone-a-friend
..He wouldn't have to leave, when I have a girls-night at home, we'd just switch off his hearing aid.
..And as my best friend says - when he dies, you can date his son.
On an even more positive note, the guys at the car dealership changed my light for free!
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