My daughter has guy pal named Tom. He has been around for over 10 years now. They even go on vacation together and nothing happens. I don’t want to say too much and forgive me Tom if unwanted fame comes from this blog. Enjoy the ride. Maybe you’ll meet the right girl.

Tom is brilliant, cute, Catholic, (but doesn’t go to church), has a job with benefits and is an overall good catch. In fact, when I met him 3 years ago he told me that and I knew. He is a mother’s dream for her daughter and even though we had just met we were immediately in sync. We were soulmates as my daughter had revealed our trash stories to each other.

He’s been through an enormous number of women. There have been a few slugs but overall most of them are very accomplished. Tom’s #1 requirement is they have a retirement account, a good choice in selecting a woman. In fact, one of his last women was a brilliant economist and I got to meet her.

We were in the City, that being New York, not Jacksonville, and she came down from her tower office to meet us. My daughter and I were on route to our planes and Tom had stopped by to catch us before we made our next connection. The girl was cute and obviously checking out my daughter as the competition and repeatedly asked if she would see Tom that night. Right then I knew Tom was in trouble as she wanted more. Mothers know these things as we have been there.

After we bid our farewells to the girl we drove him home. The entire ride he lamented seeing her and hoped she would be gone soon. My daughter and I simply listened and this year on Valentine’s Day Tom once again spent it with my daughter. I’m confused, are you?

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