I, too, fantasized early on about a rescuer. I ended up dating men who I knew were as messed up as I was hoping that I would rescue them and in turn, they would rescue me. Silly idea.

I no longer fantasize about a rescuer. I do though have a soft spot for animals and all of my "rescuing" is limited to them. My kitty is from a mother stray in the neighborhood who brought her kitten to my back door. My dog is a stray that ended up at a friend's front door. There's a house in my neighborhood that, for some unknown reason, has over 10 cats outside who never have enough to eat and none of them have been spayed or neutered, so every few months there are kittens under sheds, flea ridden and hungry and I end up bathing them all, feeding them and then calling the SPCA.

I should really volunteer to work for the SPCA.