Have you ever noticed how picky one is when looking for a car? He'll have a list a mile or two to make sure it's up to par.
He'll want to know the mileage, the quality of the paint job too. He'll study the tires, the condition of the tread, and this is exactly what he should do.
He'll ask about the owner, how many has it had. Then he'll call to hear what he has to say whether it's good or bad.
He'll think about it day and night before making up his mind, for he knows that he should have all of the facts before signing the bottom line.
I feel that if this same checklist were used when seeking one's life mate, that there would be far fewer divorces, and certainly a lot less mistakes.
But when seeking a mate one doesn't seem to care about their rocky roads traveled, nor their wear and tear.
They don't seem to care how many batteries they've charged, but just how good they look when parked in front of their yards.
But after all is said and done, there's one thing I now see, and that is that a blind man is a lot better off than me.
For a blind man definitely knows what true love is all about, because he gets to know the person from the inside out.