You can, if you like, look for a mate at Inmate Penpals. An awful lot of our prisoners are one-time losers fallen prey to our stupid drug laws, after all, and you never know. You could find a cutie like Wendi, a misunderstood soul who'd just love for someone to share her life with when she gets out:
I'm a fun loving and sometimes serious girl. I know
when to work and when to play. I work hard and play even harder. I'm
a thirty year old Veterinarian from West Texas. I graduated from Texas A&M
and practiced for five years before this ordeal. Once I am released, I
plan to reopen a Veterinary practice.
I am five foot tall, have long dirty-blond hair, and brown
eyes. I love animals, working out at the gym, music, dancing, pool, and
horseback riding. I have two young boys, and my husband passed away a few
years ago.
The thing is, a quick Google and you discover that cutie-pie Wendi's husband didn't just pass away a few years ago; she seems to have poisoned him. Then, she coolly weighed his body down with auto parts and dumped it into a farm pond. Later, when the cops got suspicious, she tried to pin the murder on her parents.
But she sure has a nice smile, doesn't she?