Where's my Luke?

So maybe a double dose of Gilmore Girls was not what the retarded doctor ordered. I got out of work early today, just in time to get home and enjoy the Gilmore Girls. However, it got me thinking about relationships. More specifically, why I'm not in one. I know why I'm not in a relationship. I'm picky. I won't date any Tom, Dick, or Harry. I have standards. Some would say they're too high, but I say they're not high enough. Anyway. All I'll say is where's my Luke Danes? Where's my guy that will remember how I annoyed and simultaneously charmed him the first time we met? Where's my guy that has as dysfunctional relationship with his family as I do with mine? Where's my guy that's a diner owner and gives in to my junk food/coffee addiction? Where's my guy that will pine for me year after year until he finally gives in and it's the best thing in either of our lives?

OK, I know Luke Danes is a fictional character on Gilmore Girls, but I wish there were more guys like him in real life. Of course, there probably are, and they just don't think I'm worth it.

OK, enough of this poppycock. I should do some more packing and perhaps some of the freelance work I got today. Or I can watch Reno 911! followed by Stella. I think we all know which route I'm taking ...