JD, I wonder if poor Gilda would have agreed with that preference when she turned out to be a skinny girl with cancer. Ironic, isn't it?
Even if my near-neurotic hatred of broccoli wouldn't keep me out of the commune, I've lived alone too long, and enjoyed it too much, to ever share living quarters with anyone. I'm just as devoid of communal urges as I am of the adventure gene. I could go along with a compound, however: separate houses, shared grounds.
