Elephants Do Fly

I met someone. Within a week, I began telling friends about him and how he maybe the one. They were shocked, but no more than I. As a jaded New Yorker, I’d been dating for half my life, had been around the block several times over, and had encountered some of the worst men that the human species had to offer. Repeated exposure to such people, coupled with the abrasive nature of each failed relationship, caused me to become more and more callous. I secretly began to think that nothing would be able to penetrate my cynicism & then he came along.