The Perfect Irony

I think I met the guy, and I haven't even met him yet. I love the sheer unexpectedness, the element of surprise and wonder...let's face it- the irony. I always felt it would be someone different, someone not mainstream...because I want that relationship...THE relationship to be different from most...and far from mainstream...vastly different, and above and beyond what others even dream of.
I can't settle. It has to be someone who WOWS me...with his heart, with his words, with his mind. Not with the restaurant, the car, the wine. That stuff is just to pass the time. So, of course he's going to drive a jeep and kill things for a living. Of course he'll live hundreds of miles away in a place that I never even bothered to visit, let alone ever dreamed of living in. A place where he can't move from because of his business...being on the water killing things. So, I'd have to move there. Of course he'll drink beer and love college football, and would never, ever dream of going to a spa. Of course, when his hair grows a little longer and he's in the sun too much it turns blonde. Blonde!
He's intelligent. Really smart. Educated, cultured, worldly, well read, well spoken, sharp, quick, funny, deep. He's a man. Confident and so down to earth. And his accent...his southern accent and his phrases and the way certain words roll off his tongue...is enchanting. He's a good person, and we really seem to be on the same page, or as he says, "We really hit it off".
When my mother turned to me the other day, looked at me lovingly and asked "Will there ever be anyone good enough for you?", we both just shook our heads...knowing it was a rhetorical question. None of these mainstream South Florida idiots could ever be good enough for me. It would have to be someone special, someone different, someone that we couldn't even imagine or wrap our minds around. It would have to be someone named Duck.