I was talking to mum and she taught me another saying.

She was asking her friend why her mum never remarried.

Her mum’s reply ..men are like cleaning rags. The nice ones are a rarity. The ones left are either in pieces or on the way there. Ie if you poke the rags they’d go holey. At least the ones in pieces you already know as it’s apparent. It’s the ones that are on the way there that’s dangerous πŸ˜€ they can disintegrate any day πŸ˜€

Guess what she’s trying to tell me is be careful. The nice ones? Why aren’t they taken? Watch out for signs πŸ˜€ Here is hoping Mr OKC is not the disintegrating type πŸ˜ƒ