Sometimes, bein' a bachelor is ungood LOL

After wife #1 I would go eat dinner at a restaurant up the street every night.
The waitress knew me and it got to the point that she didn't even ask me what I wanted any more. She just brought me a plate with food on it. After a couple of weeks I asked her why she quit asking me what I wanted. She told me since I was making this my home I was getting what she was feeding me. Since I wasn't saying anything about it must be ok. That was about the time I figured I better find me a girl friend or I'll asking the waitress for more than just food.