You don’t know Jack—but Jack was a friend of mine, who was very eligible, but had never married. One day, as we were having drinks at the pub, I asked him how it is that he never married?
“Well, I guess I just never met the right woman…,” he said. “I guess I’ve been looking for the perfect girl.”
“Oh, come on now,” I said, “Surely you have met at least one girl that you wanted to marry.”
“Yes, there was one girl… once. I guess she was the one perfect girl… the only one I’ve really ever met. In fact, she was just the right everything…— the perfect girl for me.”
“So, why didn’t you marry her?” I asked.