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That of course got me thinking of the fact that in eight days I'll be 35 years old. I quit smoking over three months ago, so I'm suddenly realizing that I might start to want planning for my future even if I'm far from middle-aged according to how most folks talk. In actuality, since the average male life expectancy in my country is about 73, my mid-life financial crisis isn't far from reality.

My problem is that the more I make the more I can spend. I have often found myself relying on winning the lottery before I retire. That apparently is the "realistic" goal of a lot folks these days. The guy who owes me $750 is much closer to retirement than I am and he obviously not only doesn't have any savings but debt. If he wasn't almost like family, I would never have loaned him the dough, since I knew somehow I wouldn't be getting it right back.

Despite his lack of financial prowess, I'm beginning to think I should follow the advice he suggested a long time ago to me. He said that when he lived in Toronto, there was a department store called Simpson's that had a café where older women met younger men. He claimed that these suave fellows were lavished with gifts and even apartments. He suggested that I could have that same charm to hook an arm carrying a very expensive handbag.

However, my moral misgivings with such a plan have little to do with being a kept man. As my grandmother used to joke about remarrying a wealthier man in her golden years, it's just as easy to love the rich as the poor. However, I'm such the eternal bachelor now that I as much as I can't imagine marrying for love that certainly can't imagine marrying without it.

I guess anything can happen, especially when we least expect it. However, if I ever do meet the one, money won't be the deciding factor since it won't buy either love or happiness. Although, my parents always said it can help one choose one's misery. Nevertheless, if destiny calls, I'll be down at the corner store buying loto tickets.