the idea

So, how's your love life? I say non-existent thanks for asking. He squints, laughs, points at me and over the bad music in the quiet bar, and he hears me. Sees me. This harmless man with a heart oozing and an ego as big as the moon, "Nah, man, you don't say that with a smile on your face."

Crap.

Okay. You got me. It's a secret. We can't speak about it. Yeah, I'm in love all right, in love with the dream that love might not be so sucky for a gal like me. Two people can make it work, cause sometimes you can't for each other, and that's okay but maybe three, five, nine people can make it work? Fact though that I want to make it work with one two ten people is my belief in the dream. It's a nice thought to have that someone that not only sees you ugly but cares about you and your decisions. Hey, it's a start.

Speaking of work, all the people there know me. Yup, they see into my soul. They are constantly telling me how lucky I am how perfect I have it. You don't need this job. You can go anywhere. Really, I was thinking Venus, oh, you can't go there either, huh, guess my not being married doesn't make a dang difference. A sigh. Then the ususal, "You're not married." Nope. And I don't have cancer. Why is your tone the same? I have no death sentence, (that I know of) I'm not in jail, or on death row. I'm just a 'single' girl in love with the dream because someone made it happen for me.

You're not married-you're lucky. It breaks my heart. Although that means I can obviously leap buildings and stay out late and swim to India and do the Boston Globe Crossword puzzle in four minutes (I really can't- no one can and if so you're lying) all because I'm so lucky?

Thanks for figuring me out. I mean what's wrong with saying your wife/husband is your best friend? Isn't that the point? So thanks for all your insight.
No, I don't have cancer. I'm in love with love. Deal.