Saturday, 24 October 2009

Sigh...

P Not three hours ago I dreamt that I had found the perfect woman, and that she had accepted me, despite my flaws. I don't think her looks matter, though she she was quite beautiful; what I think does matter is she was sweet, and kind... and then the phone rang, waking me.
P This, I find, is not something to mourn. What I must search for is a perfect woman in the real world.
P Still, sigh...