Every now and then I hear one of those old songs from the 1940s that my parents used to listen to, and – wow – do those lyrics hit! The other night, as I lay awake in bed (as usual), I remembered the lyrics of “There Will Never Be Another You”:
There will be many other nights like this | And I’ll be standing here with someone new | There will be other songs to sing | Another fall, another spring | But there will never be another you
I know I shouldn’t compare the men I date with Rick. But I do. All I want is another man who is intelligent, funny/goofy, well-read, ambitious, creative, loves trivia, and has a romantic soul (plus is 6’5″ tall / 280 pounds of muscle). Is that too much to ask?