One small problem with Mr Right
Phil was a great guy. Everybody said so.
He was single, straight, employed, fun, well-read, loved the San Francisco Giants and the Oakland Warriors. He had tickets to the SF Film Festival and liked to watch roller derby at Kezar. He opened doors and opened hearts and was an well-practiced flirt. Women loved him.
Most women loved him – he was a prince. He had one small problem that 9 out of 10 women he started to date could not abide by – he smoked. A lot. It was rare to see him without a cigarette.
Women who saw him in church or at the library were generally smitten with the shock of silver hair, the baby-blues eyes and his engaging, ready-smile.
Sure, he tried to kick the habit and heartily agreed with Mark Twain who said,
“Giving up smoking is the easiest thing in the world. I know because I’ve done it thousands of times.
And so it goes. Our hero, Mr. Phil Turr of California, isn’t ready to settle down and compromise. His love for the little white cylinders out weighs any interest in relationships. So far.