stinks

My Wolf is Buried Underneath Large Piles of Bullshit…. and It Stinks!

I like to have faith “he” is out there.

Yet, I do not know who “he” is.
I have an idea what “he” should look like, but will “he” live up to that expectation?
I just have this feeling that like anything else in my life,
something “BIG” is going to cum and sweep me off my feet.
“He” is out there and he is looking for me, dammit!
“He” maybe going through countless bs, but we will run into each other soon.
Let me tidy up because “he” should be making his appearance soon… right?
Or, have I ran into him and didn’t recognize the signs he was throwing out?

What if he was shy and I had to make the first move?
What if I looked past him because his style did not meet my requirements?
What if I laughed at him in my head because he was a man with a muffin top?
I had to wonder…