I wanted a grown adult husband. I’d had enough of these half-baked (in more ways than one) man-children. I wanted more. I wanted a partner with a solid career to match my own. I wanted a hunky, square-jawed, mature listener. But that wasn’t all. I also wanted a nurturing daddy type who would hang on my every word. And I wanted an athlete. (Why not hold out for an athlete? What, you don’t think I deserved one?) I wanted an intellectual who was also a comedian, but with a nice ass. I wanted a cross between a therapist and a cowboy. Those existed somewhere, probably! And if they existed, I
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