Preaching to the choir

There is a perfectly nice man who would like to spend this evening with me. I could probably get breakfast out of the deal if I wanted. And yet, I don't. Even though he's nice and smart and shares interests and isn't unattractive, he's just not Him.

And this is why I will probably be alone for the rest of my life. Because at the end of this lazy Friday, when I'm in my pajamas by 7:30 while watching the Royals game, there's really only one person I want sitting on this couch with me. And he won't even talk to me.