A man pretended to be a student at Stanford. He got away with it for nearly a year. When the young woman caught on—just a few days after the police caught on—she went into hiding for a few days before being arrested. A month later she was put in prison, accused of having committed a crime she didn’t even know she was guilty of. The young man told police that was just a ploy to get back at his ex-girlfriend’s family. He was the perfect man—and his girlfriend was the perfect woman. They were perfect for each other. But then he fell in love with his girlfriend’s younger sister. And then he fell in love with his girlfriend’s little sister. And then he met her family. And he was in love. This was the end of his marriage.
The perfect man wanted his perfect woman, but he wanted her young and pretty. She rejected his proposal because she was young and pretty. But he wanted her old, and bitter. She rejected his proposal because she was old, bitter, and a little bit ugly.
One day she was walking down to the bus stop. She was a couple of years younger than the other woman. And she wanted to talk to her. Because what else was she going to do? She was young and hot. And she had nothing. Why would she give up a man like that for a man like her—a little old lady with no money, no career, and no future? Sure, she had no future, but her future didn’t matter. What she did have was her love for this man. She would give him anything she had. She didn’t see any reason not to. She was willing to do anything. Anything at all.
But then the perfect girl from the perfect boyfriend walked down to the bus stop. And she needed to talk to her. And she wasn’t sure she was ready. But then she was ready. And she was willing to do it. And the old woman in the perfect boyfriend walked down to the