So this weekend I was out  observing life.  Once again the imaginary bar was raised.  I was staying with married friends of mine.  [BTW. I am fortunate that my friend married someone awesome (it really sucks when your friend marries someone you don't like to hang out with).]

We met in college.  We went to different schools.  We hung out periodically.  He treated me better than anyone I have ever dated.  Yet for some reason we never went there.  He and one other have set the standard.  I see how they are with their wives.  The every day.  Through sickness (there has been lots of sickness) and health.  Through bedhead and morning breath.  Then they kick it up a notch by doing something spectacular (like restoring a broken childhood toy or a kidnapping/surprise vacation). Both of them are the reason that I can’t accept something less.

So after my weekend observing life I decided to delete my online profile.  Sorry Mr. Rudder, it’s not going to work out.  I don’t think I can find what I am looking for on your site.  What I am looking for is not so easily found.