Denial

I’m 43 and single. Some say I’m picky, but it’s not true. Let me explain. Rodney was a great guy, but he wore cowboy boots with everything. Chris was really handsome, but the muscles near his temples bulged too much when he chewed. Steve seemed like a perfect fit, until he sent me red roses for Valentines day. Is creativity too much to ask for? Patrick was pleasant, but I knew right away that we had no future together. Sure, he did and said all the right things, but, well, he has green eyes. See? It’s not me, it’s them.