This morning I slept in until 11:30 (to hell with exercise) and then got up and walked to the corner to get coffee and a breakfast burrito. It wasn't until I was walking back that I realized for the first time in the 6 1/2 years that I have lived in my beach community, that this neighborhood is land of the Lost White Middle-Aged Divorced Man. These white-haired guys are everywhere! They live in beautiful condos, drink lots of coffee, surf and talk about investments. What was God thinking when he placed me here 6 1/2 years ago to begin my life of independence from my family? No wonder I don't have any friends here - I have more in common with the cleaning ladies. Not only am I in an astrononically different income bracket (my apartment is oddly under-market), I don't have much to say to these guys.

In truth, there are a few women in their early 30's, but they are either married or spend all their time at the local bar (two options that I have been holding out on for as long as possible...)

Just for today, I can feel like an anomaly in my neighborhood.