I happen to love the latter, so for years I bought weekend shares in single-parent beach houses.
As with my "no students" rule, I never dated a fellow house member; when we played charades or had barbecues with people in the community, however, I did meet a few men I wound up dating back in the city.
Next they discovered they were both avid readers and baby boomers who love '60s music.
Talking with her was so natural that Bob felt like his ship had come in.
As a writing instructor, I had an ironclad rule (unarticulated, of course! An editor taking the course wrote some poignant essays about his son's wedding, becoming a grandfather and learning to live alone. Think about splitting the rental of a group ski lodge or beach house.