Corner Booth

Ummm...how do I put this so that you don't leave me before we've met...ummm, hmmm, okay, how 'bout this...where the FUCK ARE YOU??? Okay, sorry 'bout that...Sunday Bo got ahold of the keyboard again. Anyway, I'm starting to get concerned. Per John Cusack, there are some people of a certain disposition that are afraid of dying alone at a very young age...John and I are of that disposition. Alright, alright...that may have been a little over the top, but all the same it would be nice if you showed up sometime soon. My first girlfriend was in the fourth grade (I was an early bloomer) and since then I've been waiting for you to show, what I'm sure is, your breath-taking face...but to no avail. You should be flattered to know that I have transposed all the traits that you possess on every girl I've ever dated (intelligence, beauty, wit, and culture), and later realized that they possess few to none of them. It's kinda sucked, and at times, has forced me to contemplate moving to Europe, becoming a priest, castrating myself while simultaneously having a lobotomy (so I don't remember the castration), and drinking myself to death on the best wine in the world (again you should feel flattered...or a little scared, I'm not sure). Poetically, I've been waiting for you my whole life...literally...I've been waiting for you for roughly a year and a half. After the last disaster of a relationship I was in I've stayed away from the female species like they're the fucking plague. That being said, I'm sure we've met or at least seen each other at a crowded bar through a fog of inebriation. If we haven't, you're hiding better than I thought. All in all I'm not a bad guy. I mean I have my downfalls, but I play guitar, write my own songs, and work every day with children who have mental and/or behavioral problems. How more precious could I be??? Alright I'm not that great, I smoke, drink (a lot), and am a Republican (which, as a nurse, all kinda make me a hypocrite...but nobody's perfect). All I'm asking is that you show up soon and blatantly announce yourself with a choir of angels, a heavenly light, and confetti streaming from the skies. That seems reasonable.
See you soon,
Much Love,
Bo