Hey there. I'm your soul mate, the one person on this earth who's perfect for you in every way. Yes, I exist and yes, everyone else pales in substitute. We're meant to be together, but we've never met.
You see, there are 7 billion people in the world and you encounter at most about 1,000 people per day, so statistically our paths would cross only once every 16,500 years. If we're going to beat those odds you need to work harder, because so far you've done a spectacular job of messing this up.
Remember when you bought that pack of gum and the clerk asked if you wanted a bag, but you were in a rush and said no? If you'd waited that extra three seconds you would have missed the next train, making you late for the play, so they wouldn't have let you in the theater until the first scene was over, and I would have entered the lobby - also late - and we'd have gotten to talking. We probably would have just skipped the play and gotten coffee and then... Pow! Fifty years of golden summers at the lake house.
Another example: remember when you signed up for a yoga class? You should have signed up for a pottery class. I was taking a pottery class! How hard is that to figure out? And don't sign up for a pottery class next time, because I might have moved on to hip hop cardio. I can't tell you exactly where I'll be because if you're really my soul mate you'll just know. Please get it right. Last time I dealt with my disappointment by sleeping with the pottery instructor.
I guess what I'm saying is, next time you think about going to the museum today instead of tomorrow when I'll be there, ask yourself: Do you really want to spend the rest of your life alone? Are you going to take the bus or are you going to walk? If you do walk and it's raining, how are you going to see me under my umbrella, unless I don't have one and you share yours, or I share mine and that's how we meet? So remember: Never leave the house without an umbrella... or with one. It's your choice. I think I explained pretty clearly what's at stake.
God you're a slow reader.
Point is, hanging over every decision you make, however small, is the sword of our loneliness. I am out there. Find me. But please hurry. I know we're meant to be together for eternity, but I can't wait forever.
from "I AM AMERICA (AND SO CAN YOU!)" by Stephen Colbert
couldn't say it any better myself!!!
...give me a big heart and beautiful eyes...and maybe a pretty smile that can make me laugh...oh, and a big brain as well, please! and that's all i need!! and i'll give you all of that right back!!! :) not a bad deal!!
And if you have dimples...that's a sweet little bonus. I love a good set of dimples! ??
and please remember: age is just a number, i don't feel or look my 'number' and i hope you don't either!! and if you do...i suppose that's okay as well!!! :)
P.S. Can someone explain to me why so many men just type 'hi'...what am I suppose to do with that? I have no choice but to think...1. Kinda lazy 2. Not bright enough to think of something creative or interesting. Gentleman - a little pep talk here, I know you're not lazy and I know you've got a brain - you're allowed to use it - EVEN ON POF! Wouldn't you hate to miss out on meeting someone amazing because you typed 'hi'. (Many women refuse to message back when we are presented with hi or hey) just trying to help out! ;)