Dear Fake Boyfriend,
I don't know why it took me over 30 years to meet you but now that you are here giving me a graceful excuse to refuse the movie and dinner invitations from men older than my father, I'm not sure how I got along without you. My imagination loves fleshing you out to strangers, pretending that you live out of town or that you are ambivalent about dogs which is why I'm always walking alone. Today I hinted you might be making me an honest woman any day now and that we were really happy together. You are so much fun, thanks getting me out of jam once again.
Ava
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For the first time in my life, this summer I was asked out to dinner by a man who was at least 60 years old! It was in a vintage clothing store, of all places. I told him I was engaged (as I was at the time) and he still gave me his card with his personal number written on it!
Sometimes having a man in your life (imaginary or not) is not enough to deter the biggest weirdos...
I'm glad your FB is working out for you though :)
Ha! Make no mistake Tamara, I've lost count of the number of times a similarly weird guy argues that until he puts a ring on it, I should be a free agent. As if that was the only thing holding me back...
Having a ring on your finger doesn't even stop some of them...
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