One of my all-time favorite quotes is by Katharine Hepburn. “Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then.” That, to me, makes perfect sense.
Don’t get me wrong. I absolutely love men, and miss having one in my life. But the older I get, the less willing I am to put up with things like sweaty socks in the coffee mug and extended debates over which direction the toilet paper should hang. I like having my own space and making my own decisions and having my own life.
Still, it would be nice to have a steady date on national holidays. And someone to go out to dinner with. And someone to call to talk me down off the ceiling when something has given me the creeps. And let’s not forget the occasional, shall we say, biological gratification?
I was talking to a friend the other day, and she introduced me to the concept of Champagne Relationships. All the bubble and the feeling of special occasions without any of the grit and sediment you get with home brew. All the sparkle without any of the polishing. An extended sense of newness and butterflies without any of the, “Oh god, you are doing my head in.” The ability to ask, “What’s new?” without already knowing the answer.
Oh yeah, sign me up.
The View from a Drawbridge 
This is a cutting-edge example of societal evolution…
No one has ever accused anything I did of being cutting-edge before. 🙂
Ha… they still haven’t… you didn’t invent the concept… and you haven’t actually initiated it yet, have you?
I’d initiate it right this second if I found someone compatible and cooperative.
That is sort of the secret to any kind of relationship, isn’t it?
Indeed.
oh… phew… I just took a guess