Give Me A Dryer And I Will Say "I Do"

     Over the years I have been asked many times if I will ever marry again.  I have even talked about marriage with a man or two, but it just hasn't felt like something that I want to do again.  Having been divorced for 10 years I have gotten use to doing things my way.  I have developed my own routine for managing day to day responsibilities.  I do things when I want to do them, and how I want them done.  If I want to stay in my pyjamas all day and watch movies, I can.  If I want to spontaneously go out of town, I can.  Every drawer,  cupboard, shelf and room is exactly the way I like it.  Instead of the dreaded hockey decor that all wives hate but tolerate; I have fresh flowers.  

     I am not sure if I could go back to sharing a home with someone.  Frankly, I find the idea of that a little scary.  While I very much enjoy sharing time, a dinner, a movie, and most certainly my bed for a day or two with a special man in my life; after a while I find myself thinking that I want it to go back to just being me again.  

     I have always said that it would take a very special man for me to give up this freedom.  I am not sure that he exists.  To play it safe I have for years said that the only way that I would get married again is if I could have my wedding in a villa in Tuscany and a ring from Tiffany's in New York.  I actually wouldn't even want an engagement ring, but I figure if I set the bar that high I am safe from having to even entertain the idea.  

     All this has changed since coming to Italy.  I want to be clear that I love Florence.  I don't know how anyone could not love Florence.  The people are friendly and patient.  The food and wine often results in a gastronomic orgasm.  The shopping is better then in New York.  You are surrounded by works of art on every street.  But there is one thing that seems to be virtually unobtainable in this magnificent city....a dryer in your apartment.   

     While washers in an apartment are a rare commodity, they do exist.  A dryer, on the other hand, seems to be as rare as a pink diamond.  They are so rare that people don't even seem to like to discuss them.  When I have brought up the subject of a dryer it is quickly dismissed with laughter.  I am not sure why there are no dryers here in Florence.  I have not been able to get an answer as to why this is.   As I said, as soon as I mention the "D Word" the subject is quickly dismissed.  I can only guess that is it because of the age of most of the buildings here in Florence.  It seems the architects of hundreds of years ago didn't foresee the need for one day having to vent a dryer.  

       I have now reconsidered the idea of getting married again.....I will marry again if we can have a home with a dryer.  A man that can get me a dryer would be more special then a man that could provide me with a wedding in Tuscany or a ring from Tiffany's.  That man would be so special that he could virtually do the impossible.  I can think of no greater way for a man to show his love for me then to get me a dryer here in Florence.  For that man, I would give up my freedom.  For that man, I would even allow one room where he could display tacky hockey memorabilia.  For the man that could get me a dryer....I would say "I Do".