The following is an analogy given to me by my boss the other day, while sitting around the lunch table complaining about my dating dossier and wondering aloud why all the men I have been involved with in the last twelve years, including my ex-husband, have felt the need to cheat on me.
“Say you’re hunting ducks. You’ve got your duck call and you’re blowing it, but the ducks aren’t coming. All you keep getting are pigeons. Maybe you just think you want a duck. Maybe, you need to learn to like pigeons.”
P.S. What’s quite ironic about this whole analogy? I dressed up as Carol Burnett’s “Pigeon Lady” character one year for Halloween when I was just in elementary school.