My friend Elissa and I were sauntering down a street in Ybor City when I inadvertently bumped a bench and, voila, I met the man of my dreams. He doesn't worry about my weight--or his. He's an excellent listener. I don't have to cook for him or clean or do his laundry. Our attraction was instantaneous and so strong I insisted Elissa take our photo together.
Alas, he wouldn't relocate to Delray Beach so I must now pine for my lost love in silence. But next year, if we go to the Mensa RG in Tampa, perhaps I'll meet him again for a torrid weekend!