Where's Waldo?

That's right...Leah is still alive! Though I must say the funeral my friends had arranged was rather thoughtful. A lot has changed since I last blogged, but the search for a real man continues, thus the blogging must continue as well. I wouldn't think of permanetly depriving you all of my hopeless yet humerous search for a nearly extict species.

I have no excuses for my long absence, other than the utter lack of inspiration. I blame this on the ever increasing population of married men, and the ever DEcreasing population of single ones. I hope that all my faithful readers will once again give me the opportunity to entertain their brains, and bring a friend or two to the party.

Speaking of parties, Halloween is upon us, and costume parties are all the rage. For the first time in my life I will be attending once of these gatherings. In trying to come up with my persona for the evening, I've delved into an even deeper side of Leah. Asking ones self the question "who do I wish I could be?" can yield rather disturbing answers. This made me ponder even greater still, the reasons behind others costume choices. In particular a man's choice.

Perhaps a man comes dressed as Elvis. Does this mean that his ideal life would include a harem of adoring fans, drugs and a closet full of sequins and capes? What about the ones who like to dress as animals? Well, maybe those choices aren't so far from the truth. Animals, such as dogs, pee wherever they want to, rip things to shreds, eat like a horse, and hump everything in site. Male Lions nap while the female catches (cooks) dinner. Then there are the superhero/Indiana Jones guys who wish they had special powers, or at least a whip. Okay..keeping things G rated here.... And don't even get me started on the Star Wars/Star Trek and anything else with the word Star in it, guys. They're fantasy life includes masks, foreign languages and hooking up with hot alien chicks who may or may not look like chicks.

All this is very disturbing. So, what kind of guy am I looking for you ask? Well..I guess I'm looking for a guy like Waldo. Ya know..snazzy dresser, world traveler, likes kids...Granted he likes to disappear from time to time, but it's more to encourage a little game of hide and go seek than to get away from me.

I say all of this to say...So what are guys thinking when they see the costumes we wear? Do they follow this same sort of logic? Okay..okay..I have to stop myself. I'm laughing so hard now. I can't even pretend that's possible. LOL I suppose we should all just show up in as skimpy a costume as possible!

That's not for me though. I think Waldo is probably looking for a well dressed chica with a passport in hand, and a large hat that he could peek out from behind. Now where is that hat of mine?

Help me find my Waldo!