The question was posed on our return home from one of his family gatherings. I would rather be eaten by a pack of wolves than spend time with " The Fam". I dislike being hugged by people I don't like, it must have taken me 3 years to stop the hugging. They also invite neighbors who bring food. If I have not seen their kitchens, or if I know there are cats in the house, I won't eat it. I tried to talk to them at the beginning, but we have nothing in common. I take my computer and play Scrabble or Solitaire and drink too much to dull the pain. I'm taking "Resting Bitch Face " for a ride.

@ForTheBirds well, fine, but before you were married you were Miss Congeniality, right????????!!...not changing my original comment at all, in fact double it!

@AnneWimsey I'm about entertaining me. I have a rep for taking down the pubic scalp hunters, but someone has to do it. There is not a single mean weapon I use that I did not learn from a man. I once had to duck out of a very high end place when LOUD BIG SHOT was in the men's room. He was bragging about how many race and show horses he had. I was working with a couple that raised prize winning Quarter Horses remodeling a new FL home. When I showed her his card, she blanched and said he owned more than 50% of Petsmart, had a huge horse ranch in Ocala and a wife who would have me killed. There were nice men too, I was smart, funny and charming with them. We would have a great time, but still no casual sex. Nice Law Professor from Albany, an actual rocket scientist, a cardiac surgeon from Italy, stock brokers barred from trading ( they are just gamblers). A Mafia man that lied about being divorced. He introduced me to his oldest son, so I believed him. Tennis Pros. Golf Pros. Football pros. I had a blast. Then I remarried. Amazing how boring it is to be home in a spotless house without children to kept me teetering on the brink of madness.

I do go out without him. He has to be out of town, but I get dressed up and go out where there's music and alcohol and men that don't wear ugly shorts after 7PM. In Sarasota, the men on the hunt come in 3's. They are here for a short golf vacation. One of the four is too afraid of his wife and stays at the hotel. They still try to pick me up. We can have some dances, drinks, and conversation. I'm not interested in sex with them. I like to say " I'm not a Kleenex. I'm not for blow, throw and go. "

Actually they can. I knew a chemist just like him. Brilliant at his job but 5 min in his company was enough to have you thinking about homicide.