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“CUENCA 2016 Do You Believe in Magic? So, I'm thinking, maybe this Universe thing really works. I've only used up two of my wishes so maybe I should try for a really big one on the third --   You may have noticed that I have been somewhat "antsy" and slightly disturbed by the lack of men taller than 5 ft 5 here -- well, really, the lack of men in general. I freely admit, I miss the male relationships I usually have (or used to have before I was ill). So, in the spirit of my usual blatant honesty, here is my Wish List, Dear Universe. I will pay you back somehow, I promise. And I'll be good. I promise. And this will be my last wish forever, I promise. Okay? Here goes. My Perfect Man would be a man. I am 100% sure of that. Not a woman. He should be tall. At least 6 feet. Well, maybe 5 ft. 8. Okay. 5 ft. 7 but that's my final offer. He should have read Kafka. Well, at least he should know who Kafka is. Okay. He should be able to read. He should be able to discuss art and agree that its beauty lies in the subjectivity of its appreciation. A picture of dogs playing poker on a velvet background, hanging in his living room, is a deal breaker. He should have thick black/gray hair. Well, he should have hair. Okay. Thinning hair is okay. Well, no hair is good, too, as I now know what thinning hair feels like.  So, you got me.  Hair is negotiable. He should have a sense of humor. Reading this list should make him laugh.”
― Janis Kent, Above the Snake Line: My Years in Ecuador