Mid-life career change

A dearly demented friend has found a new calling acting as a one-man match-making service. Since I am his only client, I expect he will be quite diligent on my behalf.

Monsieur M. Nomadie

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Monsieur Nomadie spent many fashionable seasons on the Continent in his prime, introducing handsome Croatian soccer players to expatriot American mimes, smoothing out differences in manners and customs. He is well aware of my stubborn Yankee suffragette tendencies. Still, he understands my very occasional longing for the companionship of an independent, intelligent, informed, witty, non-smoking, salt and pepper-haired Democrat member of the male gender at various local arts events and performances.

Monsieur Nomadie is compiling a slate of candidates for my consideration, and probably an overly enthusiastic list of my charms for theirs. My other friends question my sanity. They say my life is perfect. I don't have to share a bathroom or a checkbook with a member of that male gender, and soon I won't have to share a condo either. Their points are well taken. I must retire to my swooning couch, as I have a touch of the vapors.