John Cusack, you’ve ruined me.

It’s no secret.  I have been single for two years now (almost).  I am asked all the time, “why”?  As if I know.  By choice?  I guess partially.  There are many factors.  I am picky, I don’t think that’s a bad thing.  I wasn’t ready for while.  I have no really good way to meet eligible men.  I think sometimes that my health issues are too much to ask any guy to take on.  Lots of reasons I could give you that I don’t “have a man”.

Yes, I am loving, giving and all those great things.  I make a good girlfriend.  I’m far from perfect, but some guy could do worse.  I know this.

Then it hits me.  I’m watching TV and it all becomes completely clear.

Cusack  John Cusack.

Handsome, smart, witty, creative and loves to the point of insanity.  It’s him.  No one can live up to that.  I want my boom box moment.  I want Peter Gabriel at the break of dawn held over the head of the guy that just can’t go on without me.

I want to be someones Haley’s Comet, for someone to think that I am a gorgeous mess and to tell all his friends about me.  I want a mixed tape.  I want someone to search through New York following clues to find me after a magical chance meeting.

Now, let’s not blame it all on John.  That wouldn’t be fair.  We can always through Bing Crosby, Fred Astaire, Tony Curtis and Gene Kelly into the mix.

It comes down to I watch too many old movies.  Too many movies where men meet a woman in a chance encounter and are completely smitten.  Love at first sight.  That insatiable need for another persons company and these men will do anything to find that woman and make her their own.

So my friends, I am still looking for him.  One day maybe someone will meet these unreal expectations and sweep me off my feet in some amazing dance number that only Rogers and Hammerstein could have come up with.  And you all will be the first to know.

PS:  for those of you who keep track, I do believe that Mr Cusack is single.  I can only assume that he is waiting for me.


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