I was talking to the Traveler this morning about the state of all we over-50 singles in Tucson who look and look and just can't find that Certain Someone with whom to live out the rest of our lives.
I told him Frank and I had been talking about all of us moving into Frank's darling old condominium complex in the Foothills. Surrounded by un-emotionally-involved male and female friends, one could always find a companion for dinner or a movie or whatever.
The Traveler responded, "Company loves misery -- err, misery loves company."
I think he got it right the first time!
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