Ummm, excuse me folks ... last night, rather early this morning, I used the term "perfect man." I really should stay off this computer when it's late and I'm tired. So, to clarify, there is no such thing as a perfect man. That's like believing in Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny or evil owls that tell me I'm easy.
And to clarify even further, I think Larry comes as close as is possible to being the perfect man, even though that's a
far cry from being a perfect woman.
I hope I got all this straightened out or, as Gautam would say, "I'm on my way to Prague."