The man of my dreams
February 23, 2007For all my life I have dreamt of finding a guy who’s smart and funny and “gets” me… a man who is as keen to listen as he is to express himself… a fella with whom I share some interests… who has a sense of responsibility… and who likes to cook… and who shops for his own Christmas gifts… and who has a job!
But that list has just become significantly shorter.
He can be dumb as shit, humourless as hell, lazy and stinky, but if he can bend me and fold me like Dave does, I’ll take him.
After my physiotherapy session with him this aft, I was able to get out for my first run in more than a month. He limited me to just a kilometer, but that’s a kilometer longer than I’ve run in all this time.
Happy. 
