On boyfriends

Last night, I entertained the notion of finding myself another boyfriend.

Don't worry, I got over it fairly quickly. It all happened because of a lightbulb.

You see, I have fairly high ceilings in my apartment, and I stand at a whopping 5'4". I have these hideous dome-shaped overhead lights. In addition to being afraid of heights, I am not tall enough to take the dome apart, change the lightbulb and put it back together without risking life or limb, even with the ladder. In last night's case, both the lightbulb in the bedroom and in the hallway leading to the bedroom burned out within a matter of minutes. This means that on top of an already difficult task, I now have to accomplish it in the dark.

As I sat there, exploring my options, I wished I had a very tall boyfriend to change my lightbulbs. And then I prepared a mental list of other things he could do; i.e. fix the kitchen closet doorknob and the bathroom cabinet door. Hang my Christmas lights. Go shopping with me and carry things back to the apartment. And um, have lots of sex with me. It didn't sound so bad, for a minute there.

Then I remembered the downside of having a boyfriend, which is pretty much everything else. And I got over it. Quickly. So the search for a casual boy toy is still on, except now I'd like to add "tall and handy" to the job description.

Along the same vein, read Sheila's Long Insane Monologue. You will not be disappointed.