So I married an axe murderer

If you're one of those single people with limited cable options like me, you may find yourself inside all day on a perfectly fine Saturday watching back to back episodes of Forensic Files, Dateline Mystery and all other manner of true crime stories. Nevermind that this is among the lamest ways to spend a Saturday, especially if you aren't doing laundry or other housework to justify 80 year old shut-in behavior. But if you DO find yourself in similar circumstances, I'm curious if you went to bed that night sincerely doubting your ability to chose a mate that wouldn't later murder you. When I'm putting the cart in front of the horse, worrying/thinking about marriage, I think about losing physical interest in one another, or whether we'll agree on money, or household division of labor, pets... But now I add to that whether the financial implications of divorce, or my intolerance of his hard core porn addiction, or his infidelity will serve as a strong enough motivation for him to kill me and pretend to be consumed with finding the real killer, at least for the first 72 hours. Relationships sure are complicated.

In unrelated news, about a month ago, I found my neighbor's keys in their mailbox. It had charms with little paw prints, and miniature dog, and hearts, obviously a girl's keys. I knocked on the door and was surprised to see a really cute guy who had just moved in answer the door. I met him the weekend he moved in when he held the elevator for me and we joked around a bit about leaving the friend I was with. After that first encounter, I saw him almost every day for a week and he always ended up holding a door for me. He knew who I was but was understandably confused to find me at his door on a Sunday night and even more confused that I had his keys and knew that they belonged to him. I explained they were left in the mailbox which is why I knew who they belonged to and the wrinkles on his forehead relaxed into a warm smile as he thanked me for bringing them up. I could hear him talking to someone about leaving their keys in the mailbox as I walked away.

After a long break, I saw him again yesterday. He was with what I'm guessing was his family. When I returned from my walk that evening, I found one of the charms from the keys I had returned on the ground near our mailboxes. I put the charm on his mailbox and wondered to myself how and why our orbits keep intersecting in such interesting ways. I saw him this morning going out for my walk and when I returned from my walk, the elevator door just happened to be open as I passed by and we saw eachother again. I know it doesn't amount to anything but I'm intrigued by the intersections nonetheless. It takes a lot to run into someone multiple times over the same day in a sizable complex. I don't even routinely bump into OG and she lives one floor up from me. When I got inside, I of course checked the mirror to see if I at least looked okay. Nope. Hair sticking out both sides of my temple like lopsided horns. Awesome. That guy is way too pretty to go to jail for my murder anyway.