In the dictionary there are words for everything. Dave Barry
Every person has their guy.
The three of us loitered outside the concert hall killing time. Jane and Peg, music moms, stood with arms crossed and discussed car problems. Jane gushed about her guy as I walked up.
“He’s the best,” Jane said, her eyes beaming like sun rays. “My Volvo has 450,000 miles. My guy fixes brakes, radiators, rebuilds engines…sigh…he even folds shop towels.” Jane’s eyes glistened and I saw my reflection. She clasped her hands, “Ooooh, there’s no one like him.” (more…)