You were a lot younger then David was. He was around 35, and you were in your 20’s. That didn’t stop you from being best friends though. You suffered from Hopelessly Single syndrome, and he couldn’t help but think how similar your fantasies about the “perfect man” were to him. He never mentioned it, though.

“I still can’t believe I don’t have a boyfriend.” You huffed. The room was chilly, so he draped his jacket over you. “Here, Sweetheart.” He said in his gruff Texan accent.