For Val

ONE Bachelor, all alone
Calls TWO Bachelors, on the phone
THREE Bachelors at the door
Bring along another FOUR ....
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I think there's a limit to how many times one can read "Hippos" and "Goodnight Moon" before you can recite it in your sleep. I can now recite these 2 books to The Son without even opening them, not really a skill that I can be proud of, but I'm amazed that he can also give as good as he takes. We were out of the house and away from the book one day and I had just finished reciting "Hippos" to him ("THREE Hippos say Good Day! The last TWO Hippos go their way...") when he said "Wagon". There's a bright red wagon on that page in the book. He can visualise the pages! Oh my little future Harvard scholar!

Anyway, I have currently in stock THREE Eligible Bachelors. All are men of substantial and independent means, reasonably good looking and looking for A Good Woman with a view to a long-term relationship. Short-term tenants need not apply.

Frequently Asked Questions

1. Would I date them myself?
Yeah.

2. Are they weird? Why did I mention them?
Because they're really great, just unable to find the right girl.

3. Why are they unable to find the right girl?
Because they're fussy as all hell.

4. Why are they fussy as all hell? Are they Brad Pitt?
No, Brad's married, dumbass.

5. Do they look nice? Are they divorced? Do they have children?
Yes, they look nice. You can bring them home and your parents will not run screaming from the room. Never married. No kids. No tattoos.

6. Do you expect me, a young lady with no shortage of admirers, to actually write a comment on your public blog asking to meet them? Do I come across as desperate to you?
Of course not. Don't comment nair mind lor. I have good stock - someone will snap it up.

7. Is that me you are talking about?
Yes.