Your Perfect Man

I saw you with your perfect man, while walking home just the other day. You were sitting in a coffee house, laughing at what the other had to say. It was truly such a sight to see, two young people so well in tune. Your smiles were so sincere and warm that they brightened up the whole room. And the way you cuddled up to him, under his shoulder where you belonged, was so natural that it made me think of a thousand sappy love songs. It’s really hard to find that one that you’ll always thirst to kiss, and harder still to work up the nerve, to step up to the plate, to take the risk. It’s easy to imagine the two of you settling down in a nice, big house. You’d be chasing after the kids, who scrambled round and giggled loud. He'd be out moving the lawn and would smile at the joyous sight. Come bedtime you’d both take them up, then tuck them in for the night. Most folks are probably glad for you, that you’ve found what you’re looking for. They’d ask you if you’ve set a date, and why you would wait a minute more. In their shoes, I’d agree with them and encourage you not to linger. The only problem is that I am the man who put a wedding ring on your finger! ...Get out.