Counting all the assholes in the room
Well, I'm definitely not alone well, I'm not alone
You're a liar, you're a cheater, you're a fool
Well, that's just like me, ooh-ooh, and I know you too
Mr. Perfect don't exist, my little friend
And I tell you that again, and I do it again...Still Counting, Volbeat

I went to Alexis' house Wednesday night to get my hair cut. Alexis has a salon set up in her basement and has been only cutting hair at home since the pandemic. We discussed Ava and the latest news when Alexis commented, "I wouldn't want to pay someone just to be around me. I would just go bang, Harry."

Harry is a Married guy she hooks up with. "Guys pay in one way or another," I tell her.

I didn't bother reminding her that Harry is married and only hangs around her because Alexis will have sex with him. Nor did I bring up the fact Alexis recently married a man she doesn't love in hopes that when he dies, she will get his life insurance, pension, and health insurance. They don't live together. Supposedly they don't have sex, although I wonder.

Alexis is in her early fifties. She has an underachieving son who plays video games all day and will probably never launch. Alexis is overweight, an alcoholic, and has a gambling addiction. If she were a guy, she wouldn't be able to pay someone to have sex with her, but that is not how it works for women. 

I think I have solved my problem efficiently. Sure I could start dating someone like Alexis. Even in Detroit's depressing dating market, I swipe left on women like her all the time.