She used to stay awake all night…thinkin’ ’bout things…like when she’d be kissed again…held onto…talked to and told stories…wild adventure stories…tales that made her think twice ’bout the man layin’ next to her on cool summer nights with the streetlight shinin’ down on alley cats screamin’ out in high pitch tones…she thought ’bout that alright…she thought ’bout that…

Their love affair ended years ago…done when she said she’d had enough…enough of his lyin’…drinkin’…cheatin’ ways…He’d go out at night just like them alley cats and soak up the darkness…his body became a sponge for rum and Coke…bottles of Bud…cheap shots of whiskey…he’d be found ‘cross town in his pick-up truck with the radio on…key in the ignition…snorin’ away as the mornin’ sun came up…purple skies…

And all those years of worryin’ ’bout him…not like her first love who’d stay all night next to her…talkin’ to her in sweet tones like music…he left like they all do…when a man’s had enough…he just moves on…one way or another…either they leave physically or spiritually…some take off ‘cross America while others just slip into a bottle never to return…if she could just find one good man…one good man…

So she started lookin’ for that man…some man she could tolerate…put up with…she had dreams of him fixin’ things ’round the house…takin’ her to the grocery store and the beauty parlor for her to get all fixed up on Fridays so when night came they’d hit the town…only to come back home where they’d make love til the wee mornin’ hours…that was her dream…

Went out lookin’ for that man…in bars…churches…took out ads in these on-line dating sites…givin’ her biography and proclaimin’ that she would not tolerate no drunken behavior…no more lies…no more cheatin’ ever again…

She got no response…none at all…,these men…,she said…,they just want one thing…and so do I…, she said with a laugh…,so do I…