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“Your fugitive’s name is Doctor Richard Kimble.”
Stranger
You went to college in the US, right? Or grew up here partially, right? Why not move back! The boyfriend is a US citizen and you guys have been meaning to get married so do it and move back here 
Problem fixed 
Ah. I seriously didn’t mean to make a “force people to hang out with MOL because she’s alone in a new city and kind of pathetic” thread, but here we are. Seriously now, I haven’t a shy bone in my body, and am pretty much game for anything. If someone wants to drink and/or Scrabble with me, let’s do this shit.
Me too. Dad was an itinerant Air Conditioning engineer. Went to 8 schools before I dodged the draft in 68 by joining the Navy.
Now finishing a 1 year assignment in Baghdad, with a follow on to Vienna. In the Foreign Service (and the Navy) we seem to easily make acquaintences, but friends are a more difficult proposition.
After Vienna, we go to the house in Spain, where the wife will finally get to visit the Alhambra. After that…?
Making new friends IS tough, MOL, but we are going to do our damnedest (in two languages).
Hang in there.
Meh. I’m not looking for soul mates here, I don’t need all this super emotional closeness - just folks I can call and say “Hey, let’s do this.” That number has recently increased from 1.5 people two 2.0, but that’s only because I have two .5s. But that’s okay. I’ve decided I’m going to take the necessary steps toward becoming an old cat lady.
My problem is that I’m exhausted after working and commuting. The last thing I want to do, when I get home, is get in my car and drive anywhere. When I was in college, I lived on campus, and didn’t have to drive to get to somewhere where I could hang out with other people. I miss those days.
You mean, you are going to buy canned cat food by the palletful and give all of your collection of over a hundred feral cats individual names from Disney cartoons? I mean, it’s a plan, but it isn’t any more original than plunking down a prefab cabin in Montana and sending your stream-of-consciousness manifesto about the plight of the Samoan Warbler to The New Yorker for publication. We expect better, or at least more creative, from you.
Stranger
They wouldn’t be feral, no.
Well none of my other plans were terribly creative either, so I’ve abandoned them. Among them were adhering to a strict diet of dark rums and red wines, and suddenly, on somewhat of a whim that I was determined to take seriously, relocating to a strange and windy place where I have no family or real friends. These would, of course, both be terrible choices so I’ve taken to adding to my household several loveable friends, including Bruno, Ariel, Shere Khan, Gideon, and my favorite little scamp, Mrs. Potts.
It is really freakin’ hard! I am not shy and I am generally really outgoing. And I am nice. And I don’t smell.
But man…I move a lot for work roughly every 18 months- 2 years and I am in the middle of yet another move from CA to OK. I have lots of friends in the UK and in various other places around the world but generally over here in the US I have work aquantainces and that is it. I am going to get off my ass in OK and find something I like to do to meet people - I am not goign to be travelling 6 days a week in this job like that last 2 which should help. I am determined to get my life back!
I will not be found surrounded by empty vodka bottles and my cat collection when I die. I refuse. 