There was no way on earth I was going to ignore this announcement from Jacqueline Passey:
I'm leaving for Costa Rica in five weeks my first stop on what I hope will become a multi-month (or year) round-the-world trip and I've been thinking that I'd really prefer not to go alone. Traveling with a partner is safer, two people together can afford nicer accommodations than if they travel alone, and I really don't want to be celibate for a long period of time nor am I interested in "hooking up" with random strangers I meet along the road.
You probably should read the whole thing. I wrote up a post about it, then
I left this comment for Jacqueline on her original post:
My dark, foreboding, parental side keeps nagging at me: "What, is she out of her mind?"
Which I did, sort of, here:
One fortunate man, and one extraordinary woman. Of such are legends made. (No, I don't meet the qualifications, but thank you for asking.)
Eric Siegmund registered a criticism, and seemed surprised that I "didn't blink an eye at it." Not an unreasonable response, since we're close to the same age and, in some matters at least, comparably conservative.
But the more I think about it, the less willing I am to start with the brickbats. Would I, were I in my late twenties or early thirties and actually met Jacqueline's extremely-specific criteria, offer my, um, services for the coming year? Probably not. But that's the way I was in my late twenties and/or early thirties: cautious, unwilling to rock the boat, and generally reticent.
But today I'm in my fifties, not knowing if I'll have any sixties, and I'm thinking that when I'm dead and gone and she's my age, she'll probably feel the way I do: regretting the things you didn't do is every bit as depressing as regretting the things you did.
And who knows? She might meet an imaginary friend along the way.
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