The One

While going through old blog posts making some minor corrections I stumbled across this story and it made me smile.
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I had an interesting conversation with the nicest man while I was sitting in the doctor's office waiting room a little earlier. Even though he looked to be pushing 80 he seemed spry both of body and mind. "I'm just here for my annual physical," he reassured me, tapping his chest. "My ticker's still as good as ever."

When I asked him to share with me his secret for a long, healthy life, he said, "You have to find the One like I did. The One that makes you light up like a Christmas tree when he walks in the room and who always keeps you on your toes. The One that loves you for all your imperfections not in spite of them."

"So how long were you married?" I asked him.

"Who me?" he asked. "I've never been married. I was telling you what you should do for a long life. Me, I couldn't walk around with a ball and chain with a mouth telling me what to do all the time." With that he winked.

I must admit I was confused until the visitor's restroom door opened out into the waiting room and a tiny lady of about the same age walked out. I glanced at him and his face was alight.

"George you scalawag, are you flirting again?" she asked, a twinkle in her eye. "Careful with this one, Missy. He's incorrigible." With that, she sat down and patted his hand.

He grumbled and muttered under his breath, all the time trying in vain not to smile. "Fifty-eight years this woman has followed me around, acting like she's my wife and ruining all my moves. She's a beauty though, ain't she?"

Clearly, he had found his One.