Glad I'm Not Him

While I was out today I saw a couple walking by on the street.

The woman was blonde, attractive, and bronzed. She was a little too old for my taste, but she was pretty nonetheless. She walked about with kind of an I'm-hot-and-I-know-it aura about her that I thought was interesting. Following behind her was a much shorter bronzed man. He was older, kind of handsome, and had salt-and-pepper hair. He had an athletic build and was casually dressed in jeans and a t-shirt.

But it was the look on his face that said it all. He had a sullen, defeated look about him as he carried all the shopping bags. He followed behind her by a few paces and seemed to make sure he gave her enough room to change direction. He definately did not wear the pants in this relationship.

The relationship I saw between the two of them instantly gave me an impression. My imagination ran wild for a few moments. She's with him for the money, I thought, and he knows it. I imagined him catering to her every whim, buying any and everything she asked for. He had been pining after her for so many years with extravagant gifts and dinners, only to find himself with a sex-less marriage and a pile of bills. He'll eventually divorce her, once he finds out that she's been having an affair, and he will be left with almost nothing. Poor sap.

It got me thinking about why I'm still single. Had I not experienced so much rejection over the years, I guess I would be just like that guy I imagined. Pining after some woman whom I thought would make me happy, only to be bamboozled into an unhappy life.

Hell no! I think I like things better right now, even though the bed's a little cold at night. I could probably wait a little longer to find that girl of my dreams.

(Sigh.)