Sigh

Part of me thinks I should start dating again, but I can't deal with the constant drama. The expectations, the criticism.Having to shave my legs.   I remember when I first started dreaming about dating it was picturing reading  a book cuddled around someone. Going out to eat at coffee shops.Umm out to breakfast.  Not the family and friends thinking I was not good enough or the roommates getting involved.  I don't even want to think about the police coming over-the social workers asking questions.  I would rather hold onto my dream-I picture a Shel Silverstein picture of the old man soaking his feet in dreams. Someone who can make me laugh and listens to something besides top 40. But I'm enjoying much more making new friends, spending time with my kids, settling down in my new life-the rest is unrealistic dream