Glass, gas, and guys.

Thought I'd give you an update on the burglary story. I had to have the glass door boarded up all weekend, and I felt really closed in since that is the only way to the back yard. The new glass did come Monday afternoon and then I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned, like trying to get every last trace of the criminals out of my house. It's like they've taken away my ability to feel safe and I wonder if that ever comes back. For sure, I'm telling everyone I see to be safer and hope that will prevent such a tragedy to them and I feel better being open about it anyway.

So for sure, I don't feel like dating. I don't feel comfortable in my house or out of my house so I can't imagine trying to enjoy the company of someone new. I don't think he'd get an honest impression of who I really am while I'm still in this tizzy, so I'm passing on dating for now. But I did receive a few emails from guys who might be interested and I thought I'd share them with you. (Remember, I really don't make these up....)

First, from a guy whose philosophy of life isn't exactly endearing:

life is a waste of time, time is a waste of life, get wasted all the time and you'll have the time of your life your place or mine with favoite dvd

And maybe it's me, but I don't understand how what this has to do with anything:

i meet all of your requirements . . . i must confess i have a gas guzzler though . . . if you don't mind stopping every 300 miles or so, you just might be the woman for me . . .

Maybe it's the universe's way to remind me to have a sense of humor, I don't know. Until I'm feeling sociable again, I send my thanks and hugs to each of you who sent emails with your concern for me. Much appreciated.