Soul Mates

Soul Mate Our eyes met as she pulled beers at The Stumble Inn. Yeah, I know; I fall in lust at the drop of my pants. I mean my hat. Only this was different. She was different; deeply spiritual. Ah, true love! “Fool!” I thought. “She’s married to a stud.” Panicked, I searched out her left hand. No ring! No ring! “Wait” I protested; “a boyfriend!” I steeled for war. “No man will best me for her heart. He can have nothing I don’t! She and I will walk out as one.” A pretty waif, golden hair in a half-pony, walked up to the bar. She leaned forward, locked eyes with and passionately kissed my soul mate. I considered a sex change; said, aloud, “Nah won’t matter”. Head up, I walked out. My hunt would carry on.