That rookie plastic got me thinking, what would happen if I traveled to the PI's and found an old maid who'd have me? Sure I'm a pickup slave at the moment (15K, and it don't run). But with some planning I'm more or less wealthy enough to pull the trip off. If I wanted.
But how will it work when we return home, that's what I don't like. I know some about the island's because it was such a big part of the old man's life. Throw in what I've learned from Mike and SLO, and I know a little of what's expected from me. But at the end of the day I'd still be married to a woman half my age who grew up on the other side of the world. Not as scary as landing a local, but bad enough. Then there's religion. If you like being Catholic, that's ok with me. You want me to be one, that's not.
But the big one, that would really screw us is the small town I live in. Sure, it look's friendly, but you don't know the place. If I was to show up with a hottie half my age, I'd be able to count my real friend's on one hand. Every man in town, married or not would be thinking the same thing. And that's nothing compared to the women. They'd never miss a chance to make me look like a needledick. Just so when it goes bad they've not only ruined my life, they've shown their men resistance is futile. Sorry to paint thing's so black, but that's life in the small city. No use complaining.
I'm not much older than Mike, but something's missing. I don't seem to have the spark, and am probably not going shopping. But I'm not saying it's a bad idea.