“A good man is hard to find.  Was that my original answer?” I smiled. “So that’s exactly why I’m not married after all of these years. No men exist that are actually worth being with.“  I looked away. “What the hell does ‘a good man’ mean anyway? Is it someone who brings you cupcakes? Someone who makes your mom smile? Someone who listens to you when you’re upset? Someone who wants to bang you in the sand?” Only I laughed. “Someone who can love every morning when you wake up? Someone who merely tolerates you every day until you die?”

            “Let’s go inside.” I opened the door for her. “I’ll put on a pot of coffee; it’s my treat.”

            She smiled.