Apparently Tall, Sweet, and SANE is a tall order…

I think that I shall never see

A guy who’s perfect just for me.

A man who’s bright and doesn’t bore me,

Who has the good taste to adore me.

One who’ll make my insides tingle

who is (dare i hope it!) single.

And who, if our lips should lock,

Can send my hormones into shock!

A man who’s passion doesn’t wane

When he finds out I’ve got a brain.

Yet one who’ll flatter, charm and flirt

(a lot of money couldn’t hurt.)

So if you see my Mr. Right,

Feel free to call me day or night

And if he doesn’t come along

I’ll consider Mr. Wrong

(From a postcard I used to have hanging on my fridge- no idea who wrote it, but I feel her pain.)

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