Recently, in a store, I saw a book called: "Why are you single?" Now, I honestly don't know why I'm single. If I had to guess, I'd say it's because I have not yet met Mr. Right.
I figure though, that if any one ever asks me that question, I better have my answer ready. I wasn't sure what it would be, until today, when I was trying on one of my mother's rings. "You like that?" my mother asked.
"No, I don't like rings in general. I wouldn't know what to do if I had one." That, my friends is why I am single. I don't like rings.
That's my story, and I'm stickin' to it.