You meet the nicest people..

[Jess from VA]

out walking in your neighborhood.  Almost every day for a year now.

I've met many people, young and old, and a lot of dogs.

One is an 80-something yo Vietnamese woman.  About five foot even and maybe 80lbs.  Her English is not bad, but she has that SE Asian singsong delivery that is hard to follow.  We've talked several times passing in the neighborhood, but today she stopped while I was working in my driveway.  She is very pleasant and polite (so am I), and we enjoy each other's company. 

So she says... "So you have no wife and no children and are all alone?  Yes.  Well then I should move in with you.  We can give each other comfort and nice conversation and good company."  With a twinkle in her eye.  And dead serious. 

For once, I am speechless.  All I can think to say is.... "Well madam, that is the nicest offer I've had in a very long time."  I almost burst out laughing but that would be impolite and insult her and I would not do that.

As far as 80 something Vietnamese women go, she is not entirely unattractive (to a 70yo).

I tell her after two failed marriages, I have chosen a life of solitude.  I don't dislike women, in fact I adore them, I just don't want one for more than a friend anymore. 

"OK, but let me know if you change your mind."

I told my mom this story this evening, and she was laughing so hard she dropped her phone. 


On another front, I have lost so much weight (diet and exercise), all of my jeans (like 8pr) are hanging on me.  I don't mind belting them in to ride or work in, but going around in public with baggy ass pants makes you look like some kind of refugee from the Salvation Army.  I washed the whole pile in hot water and dryer to see if I can get a better fit from some.  It's a work in progress. 

[Oldfishguy]

You just have to respect people that are direct.

[Rams]

Well, at least she was upfront and honest about her intent.   This, I respect.   
She might be able to teach you something.   Consider the options. 

Rams

[scooperhsd]

Only solution on the too-large jeans is to get new ones of the correct size. I had to do that late last year - went from 46/30 to 40/30. The only way I could keep the 46's up was to wear suspenders along with my belt....

[f6john]

Good to have options. Something about teaching an old dog new tricks came to mind.

[carolinarider09]

Excellent story and memorable experience.  Something that will be remembered.

[Kiwitex]

The woman makes a strong argument....maybe you should reconsider  
Well done on the weight loss, I'm trying to do some of that myself.

[Jess from VA]

You just have to respect people that are direct.

I completely agree.  And as you enter your old age, time gets limited.

Only solution on the too-large jeans is to get new ones of the correct size. I had to do that late last year - went from 46/30 to 40/30.

Well I haven't lost 6 inches of waist, closer to 2.5-3.  And with so many pair of good jeans, I'm too cheap to throw money at new ones (OK maybe one pair).  However, a nice condition old pair of Levi's 501s, came out of the hot wash and dry and fit perfectly.  Not tight but not baggy ass either.  Also, our one week Spring is apparently over and I wore cotton pants to ride today in the 80's heat.  I may actually need AC to be able to sleep tonight.  

The woman makes a strong argument....maybe you should reconsider  

Well, part of my brain was thinking the same thing, then the other part of my brain reminded what trouble, grief and misery using that other part of my brain had caused me over my lifetime.  

It's one thing to make a new friend and even have some fun times, it's another thing entirely to invite a total stranger from the other side of the planet to move in with you.  What could possibly go wrong?  

[Serk]

it's another thing entirely to invite a total stranger from the other side of the planet to move in with you.  What could possibly go wrong?  

Yeah, you'd have to be a complete Turkey to do something like that! 

[Jess from VA]

it's another thing entirely to invite a total stranger from the other side of the planet to move in with you.  What could possibly go wrong?  

Yeah, you'd have to be a complete Turkey to do something like that!  

Well that was a short courtship, but we still had plenty of time to get to know each other before jumping the broom.  And for about 23 years it worked famously.  (right up to the mushroom cloud.  )

[3fan4life]

Jess if you have a Rose's Department store near you they sell Wrangler Jeans for $10 a pair.

They're factory seconds but I've never had any issues with them.

[Kiwitex]

The woman makes a strong argument....maybe you should reconsider  

Well, part of my brain was thinking the same thing, then the other part of my brain reminded what trouble, grief and misery using that other part of my brain had caused me over my lifetime.  

It's one thing to make a new friend and even have some fun times, it's another thing entirely to invite a total stranger from the other side of the planet to move in with you.  What could possibly go wrong?  

I can't tell you how much I appreciated that belly laugh!
My own life may have, at times, reflected some of that same awareness.
Maybe just go for a coffee instead. 

[Oss]

turnabout is fair play

visit her abode for coffee

you could use the company dude   

doesn't need to be more than that

friends come in all ages

[Savago]

@Jess: for some reason that reminded me of the 'Gran Torino' movie with Clint Eastwood.

It is great movie by the way: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RMhbr2XQblk

Specifically the scene between Clint and the Grandma:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WaGFOXj0Obk

And the 'Get off my lawn' scene is a classic:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NelBNtNm8l0

Now seriously, what I learned working with South Koreans is that they are pretty direct when they want something. Perhaps it is a common trait with other Asian cultures?

[Jess from VA]

visit her abode for coffee

Well, the other part of this story is, after she said she should move in with me, I asked her if she lived with family.  She said yes, 4 sons and a daughter (probably some children).  

It occurred to me instantly that part of her motivation to move in with me, might be to get out of that crowded situation.  And I bet she (is expected and) does a lot of cooking and cleaning and scrubbing and laundry for that crowd, and one guy would be a heck of a lot less work.  And she's seen me working hard on my place and knows I'm no lazy bastard to be waited on.  Moving in with me may have nothing whatsoever to do with my studly appearance and attitude, and more to do with peace, quiet and serenity.  (which is exactly how I like it)  

Also, after she told me about her family, I asked her wouldn't her four sons seriously object to her moving in with me, and wouldn't they come over to beat me up (or worse).  She grinned and laughed... and didn't deny it.  

I definitely don't need some Vietnamese family honor beating/killing thing going on over at my house.  

So there will be no going over to her place for coffee, or anything else.  Even though I'm always armed, a shoot out (or some WWE) with the family is not my idea of a pleasant afternoon.  

@Jess: for some reason that reminded me of the 'Gran Torino' movie with Clint Eastwood.

Savago, my Vietnamese lady is much better looking and acting than the tobacco chewing/spitting, ugly as a mud fence, nasty old woman in that movie.  

And BTW, there will be no pictures.  So don't ask.  Taking pictures of the random old and MILFy ladies walking around my neighborhood can give you a bad reputation.  And many of them have one or more big dogs with them (like rottweilers, pits, shepherds and one monster alsatian).  


 

[Savago]

... that the tobacco chewing/spitting, ugly as a mud fence, nasty old woman in that movie.  
 

That gave me a good laugh!
 

[..]

Make sure she's not a Bud Light drinker.

[3fan4life]

And BTW, there will be no pictures.  
 

You know without pictures, It never happened.   


You have more restraint than I do my friend, if I were 70 and single I'd be tempted to take her up on that "Cup of Coffee".

[Jess from VA]

And BTW, there will be no pictures.  
 

You know without pictures, It never happened.   


You have more restraint than I do my friend, if I were 70 and single I'd be tempted to take her up on that "Cup of Coffee".

She offered no coffee (that was someone else's idea).  She offered to move in.

You just haven't been hooked up with enough troublesome partners in your life.  Lucky.   

And she knows where I live. 

I waved to her walking in the neighborhood, driving to the Post Office earlier.  She knows my truck too.

 

[3fan4life]

And BTW, there will be no pictures.  
 

You know without pictures, It never happened.   


You have more restraint than I do my friend, if I were 70 and single I'd be tempted to take her up on that "Cup of Coffee".

She offered no coffee (that was someone else's idea).  She offered to move in.

You just haven't been hooked up with enough troublesome partners in your life.  Lucky.   

And she knows where I live. 

I waved to her walking in the neighborhood, driving to the Post Office earlier.  She knows my truck too.

 

There's an old saying, "Don't Crap where you eat".

I can see where that could be a concern for you.

[f6john]

Using that logic, a hot stud like Jess should start walking a few neighborhoods over and then make sure no one follows him home!

[Jess from VA]

I'm not sure I was ever a hot stud.  If I was, it was 50 years ago.

Thinking about this, it occurs to me that when I was in my prime (with raging hormones) there were relatively few chances to exercise those hormones (and still be a gentleman).   No meant no.  Still does.

Then, during two marriages, the love live started out like gangbusters, but over the years, she lost interest (not in me, but in my hormones).   

Now that my hormones are weak (and very much in control), the opportunities spring up from time to time, and I'm mildly interested (not dead yet), but very wary of entanglements, commitments, nagging, neediness, being trained (again), disease, and nut cases. 

.... a hot stud like Jess should start walking a few neighborhoods over and then make sure no one follows him home!

There's a word for this....... and it's Stalker.   

[f6john]

I'm not sure I was ever a hot stud.  If I was, it was 50 years ago.

Thinking about this, it occurs to me that when I was in my prime (with raging hormones) there were relatively few chances to exercise those hormones (and still be a gentleman).   No meant no.  Still does.

Then, during two marriages, the love live started out like gangbusters, but over the years, she lost interest (not in me, but in my hormones).   

Now that my hormones are weak (and very much in control), the opportunities spring up from time to time, and I'm mildly interested (not dead yet), but very wary of entanglements, commitments, nagging, neediness, being trained (again), disease, and nut cases. 

.... a hot stud like Jess should start walking a few neighborhoods over and then make sure no one follows him home!

There's a word for this....... and it's Stalker.   

There’s another name that could apply, Street Walker 

[Rams]

I'm not sure I was ever a hot stud.  If I was, it was 50 years ago.

Thinking about this, it occurs to me that when I was in my prime (with raging hormones) there were relatively few chances to exercise those hormones (and still be a gentleman).   No meant no.  Still does.

Then, during two marriages, the love live started out like gangbusters, but over the years, she lost interest (not in me, but in my hormones).  

Now that my hormones are weak (and very much in control), the opportunities spring up from time to time, and I'm mildly interested (not dead yet), but very wary of entanglements, commitments, nagging, neediness, being trained (again), disease, and nut cases.  

.... a hot stud like Jess should start walking a few neighborhoods over and then make sure no one follows him home!

There's a word for this....... and it's Stalker.  

There’s another name that could apply, Street Walker  

Jess,
Regardless of whether or not you get a new house guest, she might be the perfect person to ride with on one of those Valkyries.   One never knows if one doesn't ask.  

Rams