No Chance

I had an eye doctor appointment this evening, the result of which is that I’ve been “released.” I wasn’t aware that I was in captivity.
What that means is that my progress is such that I no longer require regular follow-up visits and won’t have to return for six months.
When I was scheduling my next, half year-distant, appointment, the cute-ish girl asked how I’ve been, as it’s been a while since I was last there.
I said that I’ve mostly just been working and trapped in a cycle of making money and then spending it.
She said, “I wish I had money to spend.”
I said, “Well, it’s different for you; you’ve got kids.”
Agreeing that they do tend to eat up disposable income, she added, “But they’re worth it.”
I said, “Yeah, I suppose so. But I can’t take that chance.”
“What chance?”
“The chance that they might not be worth it.”
I then added, “I mean that literally. I actually cannot take that chance, given that people aren’t able to reproduce asexually.”
That seemed to slip past her.
I thought it was funny.
Somewhere in the conversation she mentioned that she’s been legally separated for seven months.
I suppose there would be some who would suggest that she did so rather pointedly.
Meh.
I mean, sure, she’s kind of cute and she has a nice rack, but she also has kids, as in plural, and, honestly, the last time I tried to date someone who worked at my eye doctor’s it didn’t really work out so well.
Of course, the last time I tried to date anyone it didn’t work out so well.
Beyond that, I don’t think that the reference to being separated was actually a pointed one anyway.
Maybe things will be different in six months.
(Yeah, right.)
I think I may have found a picture that I want to draw, so those of you who’ve been waiting for something new in that regard should start holding your breath.
Don’t worry if you turn blue and pass out; that just means it’s working.