As of (three...two...one...) now, one of the three men I've ever met and considered to be husband material, and the only one who was single when I met him, is married.
He is quite possibly the perfect man--except for the fact that he never seemed to notice my attempts to flirt with him.
Naturally, I wish him all possible happiness...and his wife a particularly nasty case of shingles.
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Hey, they don't call you Miss GFD for nothing.
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