At the bus stop someday on his way to work (apparently, he wasn’t in a hurry), he stood and was watching out for a bus to board (not as if there weren’t any). Many there actually were but, he said to himself, he wasn’t in a hurry. So, when there was a crowd he eased back and when there was no crowd, he decided he didn’t want just any bus or one that will mistakenly tear his pants. So, he stood back and was accessing buses as they passed. When the okay ones passed, he didn’t feel game so, he did not enter. However, when there was no crowd, the buses (no matter the category they were) always stopped to beckon, but he just did as if he didn’t know they were stopping for him. This continued for a considerable while and when he decided he was ready to go; guess what he did? He simply moved forward and took a bike.

Someone asked him why he did that? He responded that the choice was his to make. It then dawned on him that

…THE RUBICON HAD BEEN ROSSED.

WHY? There are so many (beautiful, intelligent) around; some have even said yes, he only needed to pop the question. Fine, some have said no (ouch!). Ok, so, what exactly is the problem? Nothing, he replied, just that he hasn’t seen her (sure thee?) who’ll arrest (oops!) his attention “… she’s gracious, she’s classy, and she’s adorable …unconventional, uncommon, she’s different …matches him word for word, thot for thot …liberal but more importantly she’s there. She doesn’t demand it as a right yet, appreciates and doesn’t refuse it when given. Oh yes, she’s sophisticated. When you see her, you will pause, then, you’ll say; “I always suspected.” You’ll doff your hat, but, more importantly you won’t forget meeting her…