It occurred to me today that I have been looking for men in all the wrong places. I've focused my attention on libraries and coffee shops, but that has no long term staying power. The real place? Lowes. That's right, your neighborhood home improvement store. Thanks to being a new home-owner, I visited three times today. (Excellent return policy, by the way).
Honestly, why have a man who can read and make espresso when you can have one who knows his way around a lumber yard? I spent 30 minutes looking for crown molding and never found it. Clearly there is a hidden skill that I need to tap into. Plus, the Saturday afternoon hot dog stand right at the entrance is a pre-date date if I ever saw one. Throw some sauerkraut on that puppy and I'm one happy girl.
I will refrain from resorting to the classic "stud finder" jokes, but trust me, they are a plenty.
So long, Mr. RTS Library Guy.