Sunday mornings. I have a dream. Of the perfect Sunday morning. Coffee, Globe and breakfast. Possibly some sex although I have to say that is not high on the list of musts for my Sunday morning dream. I haven't had a perfect Sunday morning ever. D didn't read. He didn't drink coffee. He isn't much for breakfast. And sex was the first thing on his list. So if I could write myself a personal ad maybe it would say "seeking man who loves Sundays in bed. Must be literate, like coffee (preferably like to make coffee and bring it to girl in bed), and if you like to do the Saturday Globe crossword I will consider it a bonus." Short, sweet and exactly what I want. Now is that so hard? One would think it is not that difficult to find this man but unfortunately this is not true. He might not even exist. I have been searching for (eek) twenty-seven years for him and have seen no hide or hair. How can it be that of the billions of people in this world this does not seem appealing to at least one decent man? Wow can you taste the bitterness in my mouth?
I guess I should remain hopeful. So if you come across this man in your travels send him my way....
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