A friend that I used to work with would say that there is “a lid for every pot” in reference to the weirdo’s of the world and the amazing fact that they inevitably seemed to find a mate that suited them just perfectly.
One of my few still-single friends is convinced that somehow we (she and I) got through the coupling loop-hole that we weren’t supposed to squeeze through and now are left with all these weirdos. And we don’t want to be their lids or pots or however that works. Okay, so it’s a bit narcissistic to think of ourselves as being normal while putting the rest of them in the unfit to date (let alone marry) category, but we have compared a few stories and it definitely feels like only the socially unfit are left.
In an effort to be a bit more optimistic, I will just say to the world that this pot is still looking for its lid and that she is hoping he is out there – weirdo or otherwise.
