I’ve hit upon the final list of expectations I have for Mr. Right. Get ready. Here it is:
1. He must be male.
2. He must be breathing (and within legal and respectable age limits…no I am not going to date someone who just turned 21 nor am I going to date someone living in an assisted care facility.
3. He must be available, physically, legally, and emotionally.
More about all of this later, but I am completely spent. It has been an exhausting, crazy, disappointing ,frustrating and happy two days and I am tired.
I’ve had enough of this day…it was like three days in one and I feel I aged that much too.
I am going to bed.
Don’t wake me.
The Wild Mind 
You know, Meatloaf once said: “Two Out of Three Ain’t Bad.”
He was wrong.
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I know, Kip, I’ve been going with the Meatloaf philosophy.
So how’s it working for me?
It isn’t.
It’s got to be all three or I’m out.
🙂
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Hey, I resemble that remark.
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Do you now?
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