I have finally found the man of my dreams. Game over.
The new man in my life, pagan god that he is, wrote me the first email in our new, lifelong correspondence just last night:
You sound like the perfect babe to me. I am availabel anytime you are.
Let’s hook up.
Now, really, how could I consider giving myself to any other man, with an offer like that on the table?
I wish I could say I don’t get something like this every week. But I do.