When I was 16, I hoped that one day I would have a boyfriend.
When I was 18, I got a boyfriend, but there was no passion.
So I decided I needed a passionate guy with a zest for life.
In college, I dated a passionate guy, but he was too emotional.
Everything was an emergency; he cried all the time and threatened suicide.
So I decided I needed a guy with stability.
When I was 25, I found a very stable guy but he was boring. He was totally predictable and never got excited about anything. Life became so dull that I decided I needed a guy with some excitement.
When I was 28, I found an exciting guy, but I couldn't keep up with him. He always got mad; he did impetuous things and flirted with every woman he met.
He made me miserable as often as happy. He was very energetic, but directionless.
So I decided to find a guy with some ambition.
When I turned 31, I found a smart, ambitious guy with his feet planted firmly on the ground and married him. He was so ambitious that he divorced me, took everything I owned, and ran off with my best friend.
So, I am now 40, and I'm looking for a guy with a big unit.
OK - so i'm 44. and i'm not looking for a guy. but i was the majority of those listed. i laughed when i read this, but it's the rueful laugh of truth.
not any more. i've got a winner. and next week he turns 46. i've been with him for 11 years, and this October, we'll be married for 9.
happy birthday, baby.