|Last month I visited Portland, ME for the first time|
The train pulls out of the station around approximately 6:15 am.
The first leg of the train trip takes me into the Back Bay Train Station in Boston. On the ride from Rhode Island to Massachusetts, I chat with a charming middle-aged lady. She is a California native and also a bit of a gypsy traveler like me. She tells me a bit about her first disastrous marriage and her more successful second one.
"I was way too immature to be married the first time. I took time off from the dating scene and met someone more suitable for me. But, it took until I was 38 years old to find him. We had our son a few years later. Now, he's about to graduate from college."
I find myself telling her about my plans to either go to a sperm bank or adopt.
She looks me up and down.
"Wait, you are telling me that you do not having husband prospects. You are an intelligent, exuberant woman, and attractive to boot."
I smile and thank her for the kind words.
"If I were willing to settle for disrespect or BS , I could be married tomorrow. The man I am looking for is on a higher plane than that. But, I don't want to wait any longer for him to show up. Especially, when I can adopt kids or go to a sperm bank without being married."
"You have really thought this through."
"I have." I reply gathering up my luggage.
My stop is the next one.
"Well, I kind of think that you'll end up getting married before you put any of your plans in place."
"Maybe." I shrug.
We exchange quick goodbyes as I get off the train.
Our conversation gives me a lot to think about.