If a husband, a warm body, were all I wanted, Jim, that might have been possible years ago. I didn't settle. Nor will I. I'm 68, a serious international adventure athlete. I don't do wet nurse. I don't do lazy or sloppy or too tired to work out. It's not about getting a husband, Jim, that is just not the point. Nowhere have I ever said, implied that the hard work of relationship is oppressive; that is your word. Good relationships are based first on taking care of the self, and not expecting anyone else to do your work for you. That standard pushes just about everyone away, Jim, for my personal standards are very high. I need emotional maturity and the grit to be personally responsible for aspects of one's life. that's increasingly hard to find, and to find someone within shouting distance of my age who isn't a Trump thumper, good luck. And swarmed in our twenties? Dear god. I have no idea where you got that. The only swarm I got was a gang rape in the military at 23. Swarm? No. I've been alone most of my life, for good reasons. I don't know any women who got swarmed in their twenties, not in my generation nor any other. Maybe your beautiful girls do, but that's not real life.