If your over 65, male, graying and married...

I can't say exactly when this running joke began in the valley, but somehow I have become Anna Nicole reincarnated. Anyone and everyone from Kevin the 72 year old, motorcycle riding, uncomfortably fringed jean shorts wearing local to Paul the 'hunky' retired organic farmer who has the best damn peaches and makes me look like a complete amatuer when it comes to whippersnippering...all seem to be on the valley's list of potential blokes to set me up with. Apparently, the guest list for my birthday (july 1st) is already well underway with Kevin, Paul, Carla (the crazy badmitton maori lady who thinks spandex can be dressed up or down and should be worn with everything) the old man at the ferry pier (with the cute little beret, tube socks, suspenders and a rather endearing habit of muttering to himself,) I would say Rosie my badmitton partner (but her and I seemed to have had a falling out when I let out all of my pent up rage on the shuttlecock only to hit her in the head and lose the point in the process,) oh and of course there is Cody and Maya the twin 6 year olds who spent the weekend at the valley and I somehow convinced them that there were robots in the rainforest who only came out if they were quiet, didn't move and didn't talk to me...and I am happy to report for a good 10 min. I was able to get the pesky buggers to stop throwing pingpong balls in my direction and doing ungodly things with playdoh. But enough about my love life anyways...