Monologue

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“What do I look for in a man? Oh, what every simple woman wants, I suppose.

“…i suppose”

A man who is kind, and who is honest, unless of course his honesty would be unkind, then he should be diplomatic, but still firm, both in integrity and physique.

“…and physique”

He should be devilishly handsome and angelically humble.

“…angelically humble”

And whether it be the rolling seas or the towering skyscrapers, he should love his work, and love it even more when he rushes home to ask how my day has been. 

“…has been”

The sort of man who can laugh fondly at a memorial service and shed a tear at a wedding. He loves the great outdoors, animals, large families, and pasta. 

“…and pasta”

The sort of man who can laugh fondly at a memorial service and shed a tear at a wedding.   He whistles showtunes and makes a wish during every lunar eclipse. 

“…lunar eclipse”

He has never known the pain of a broken heart, nor has he ever sprained his wrist while moving furniture, though he does suffer from tennis elbow and he gets dreadfully angry at crossword puzzles, and he has has the sweetest smile in the entire world. (Pause.) Oh, and he’s rich.