Looking for Love at Wallgreen's

I’ve started wearing my fake diamond again.
It all started when I was out running errands. When you first move in, there’s always something you forgot at the store, ran out of last minute, or misplaced during packing. I stopped at Walgreen’s to pick up a package of batteries and made a quick run through the aisles to make sure there wasn’t anything I was forgetting. That’s when he spotted me—Mr. Small Town Man.
I don’t know what about the situation said “Here I am! Come hit on me!” but he felt it was his right to be the first to try and pick me up in the romantic aisles of the pharmacy. I caught him eyeing me and I became even more engrossed in cotton swabs and foot cream. Please leave me alone, I am NOT here to meet men like you. But he yelled at me, made a scene and said he simply HAD to know my name. “You’re gorgeous”, he added, flashing a great big grin speckled with gold plated teeth. Really?? I thought. Do women here REALLY put up with this crap? Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t appreciate being approached in such a disrespectful way.
He looked at me with expectance and anticipation. Maybe I felt a little sorry for him-- Sorry that he was so narrow-minded and stuck in a small town he may never escape. Stuck in a life with a dead-end job and illegitimate children by two, maybe three different women he’d met late at night at dimly lit bars who wanted a sperm donor and their own escape; Sure that maybe he just didn’t know how unappealing and sleazy he seemed to me.
I looked only half in his direction. “Oh, I’m married.”
The words came out and tripped over each other, with an ease that scared even me. I stuck my hands in my pockets to hide the absence of a wedding band. “Thank you though.”
He backed away slowly and left me to examine cold medications.
The next day I put on my false pretenses encased in cubits zirconium and for once, was ok with the idea of ‘being married’ for a while.

This is My Town?

I find myself asking, "Did my boyfriend toss an imaginariy dart at the map?"
Describing the exact location of my new digits is almost like falling off the edge of society to the stunned silence of my Seattlite friends. I give up and am simply claiming Dallas as my new city! Besides, it's easier to explain.

Now that I'm here, I figured it was important to become more familiar with this odd little town. I did a quick search and here's what I found:

-My new town is "wealthy" (maybe the missing teeth are just a "wealthy" aversion to dental work?)

-The cost of living is below the National Average (understandable)

-And it was twice named an "All American City" (not sure what that is based on, so no comment).

Arts and Culture I found included the Children's Choir, a small group of local artists, and the Little Theater. I really don't think any of these will be worth looking into, but will add them to the list should I want to send family out to entertain themselves for an hour or so.

The bread-winner jobs seem to relate to transportation and trucking services. (I'm trying to be optimistic about work options, but this is another reason to claim Dallas. It looks like my time and paychecks will be flowing from that direction.)

The jitters are setting in... or maybe it's just my missing lattes from the days I could sit at my favorite coffee shop and watch Seattle's workforce drive through the rain.