The ladies at my church have been asking me when they can start praying for someone new to come into my life and I've been telling them I am doing okay alone, for now. Each Sunday they ask me and I finally came up with the prerequisites.... I left them speechless when I told them, okay it's time, but she has be wearing a full set of leathers, a tattoo is okay but only if it's of a rose. She has to be blonde, really good looking, a widow, 20 years old, and oh yes...rich. Oh yes... she has to have a thing for 55 year old, slightly over weight, bald guys too... and own her own bike, and it can't be a Harley. I just can't handle all that noise at my age.... They just laughed...and said that they guessed that meant I was not ready yet..and I said they catch on quick. One of them called me a moment ago to discuss other stuff and we got to talking about my stipulations. A few moments after she hung up, my phone rang, and without saying hi or anything, she said, "What color". I nearly fell out of my chair laughing. I should have asked her if she meant the woman or the bike....
I guess the point of all this is, that if you have problem with people wanting to play match maker, just come up with the most bizzar set of rules you can think of. It should stop them in their tracks...and you can all get a good laugh at the same time...and we need to laugh every chance we get at this point in our lives. It helps to ease some of the pain.

I guess the point of all this is, that if you have problem with people wanting to play match maker, just come up with the most bizzar set of rules you can think of. It should stop them in their tracks...and you can all get a good laugh at the same time...and we need to laugh every chance we get at this point in our lives. It helps to ease some of the pain.