He was (almost) everything I wanted.
Strong in mind and body. Smart. Good-looking. Passionate. A gentleman.
We talked about everything from social issues to gentrification, community-organizing, history, sports.
I was impressed.
I don't remember the last time I had such an intellectually stimulating conversation (with a man not my boss). I felt a little excitement growing in my belly.
He seemed to be the total package: beauty, brains and class.
Then he mentioned his two kids.
But I was even more disappointed when I met the woman of the house...