A man camped across from me began to flirt a few days ago, and he seemed like the perfect guy. Handsome (really!), tall, (rich -- which interests me only a little -- he told me several times) with a big DP. He has extended his stay twice. We've been out a couple of times -- spent the day together yesterday.
That's a day I'll never get back.
All he talked about is money, food and his blood sugar. When he isn't flirting with every woman that walks by -- with me standing right there. And other obnoxious things. Sigh.
Out of the small universe of eligible men my age, those who RV are a very small subset. I really would like to find a partner in crime.