The Man of My Dreams

I met the man of my dreams. It is so unfortunate that at this point in my life I had to turn him down. Oh, if only he were to have approached me 5 months earlier. I was walking through Nordstrom, just taking a look. When, I swear it was Dolce or maybe it was Gabanna. I was mesmerized. His slightly balding head, funky bug like sunglasses (they were at least the size of tea cup saucers - you can never be too careful, UV light - even indoors - can be deadly to the retina), and a man purse. I could not take my eyes off of him. Was it our souls connecting for the very first time? Then he spoke to me - "hello there, want to go out tonight?" It was at this point in time he gave me a big slightly spotty toothy grin and I inhaled the toxic smell of something I would liken to a soggy ashtray. No, no, nevermind, he is not the man of my dreams. False alarm - yet again!!