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Him and Her


Her: “I want someone who wants to be with me” Him: “That’s me” Her: “I want someone who needs me” Him: *raises hand* “Here” Her: “I want someone who thinks about me first thing in the morning and last thing before bedtime” Him: “Check and check” Her: “I want someone who will love my kids too” Him: “Yup” Her: “I want someone who can overlook my flaws” Him: “That’s easy” Her: “I want someone who will always make time for me” Him: “You bet. Every day” Her: "I want someone who will make me a priority" Him: "At or near the top always" Her: “I want to be married someday” Him: “Agreed” Her: “Why is it so hard to find someone like this?” Him: *bangs head on wall*

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