Something Different

I know this blog is supposed to be about our RVing experiences but sometimes, for one reason or another, I can’t write about that. Rather than just leave you hanging out there wondering if we are still alive I decided to post something not RV related.

Thus, here are some character sketches I wrote think I might sometime write a book based on them. The odds of the book ever happening are very small so I thought you might enjoy reading these now.

Dianna, Goddess of the Hunt

My father loves to hunt. When I turned out to be a daughter instead of the son he wanted he named me Dianna after the goddess of the hunt. My mother let him do it then taught me that it was more fun to hunt boys than wild animals. Although, sometimes they seem like the same thing, don’t they? Anyway, now that I am an adult I no longer hunt boys. Now I hunt men. See I am…

…A Cop

A detective actually. Homicide specifically. I hunt murderers. Mother, of course, is appalled.

…An Executive Search Specialist

What’s commonly known as a headhunter. Although, unlike my father who mounted his victims heads on the walls of his lodge, I prefer my prey keep their heads on straight. They’re not much use to my clients otherwise.

…A Matchmaker

OK, some of the men I hunt now aren’t much more than boys but all of them are at least of marriageable age. That makes them legal game.

…A Private Eye

I specialize in helping first wives find the hidden assets of their husbands so the new, trophy wives won’t get all the benefits the first wife helped establish. After all, fair is fair.

…A Collection Agent

I work for County Social Services. I find those guys often known as deadbeat dads. You know, the ones who think that just because they fathered children doesn’t mean they should stick around to help them grow up. I figure we all need all the help we can get; I know I do. That’s why I’ve developed a network of people who help me find these guys and persuade them to pay their court ordered child support. If I can get them to actually participate in their children’s lives, that’s a bonus.

…A Bounty Hunter

Some people think that just because they paid a bail bondman a percentage of the bail to get them out jail doesn’t mean they owe anything to the justice system or the bondsman. I tend to think otherwise. I guess I’m not the only one who thinks my way since other people pay me to find the bail jumpers.

…A Fortune Hunter

I know, that’s not supposed to be a good thing but, I figure, if you are going to give a man control over your life it ought to at least be a rich man. Is it my fault that rich men tend to be old men as well? I mean what is a woman supposed to do if her husband dies and leaves her alone? Does it make sense for her to be poor the rest of her life if she can get a rich man to marry her?

Most people suppose hunting is a sport. For me, it’s a livelihood. After all, someone has to do it, right?

TTYL,

Linda