Several years ago I ran a personal ad in the Honolulu Weekly, as follows:
Intellectual in his late 40s, financially secure, seeking a mildly neurotic woman in her 20s or 30s (financially insecure) to live with me. Free spirits only, please.
This ad drew four responses.
One was from a woman who simply wanted a roommate.
One was a woman who just wanted a man who would take her on dinner dates;
I went on one date with her and found that she wasn't at all
what I was looking for.
One woman sent no letter, only a photo and a post office box
as a return address; I never answered her.
The fourth letter was three pages handwritten
and was absolutely marvelous:
just what I was looking for
(except that she said that she didn't like modern jazz).
When I got to the end of this wonderful letter
and looked at the signature,
I saw that it was from one of my former girl friends.
I wrote back and said,
``Mildly neurotic? You've got to be kidding!''
It was a good thing, though.
It gave us a reason to get back in touch with each other.
She was actually a pretty good girl friend in a lot of ways.
She lives too far away from me now for it to be convenient
for us to date,
and besides, she's living with a guy.
But we talk on the phone every now and then.