I’ve been thinking a lot about ‘the one’. You know, the notion that there is a miss or mister right for us. I worry about a friend of mine, you see. That he may be making a terrible decision. He was brought up carefully enough. He was taught to think a certain way. Told what to think, I suppose you could say. Good education; the best in fact. Groomed. Expected to follow his father’s footsteps. He happily shoulders this responsibility. It is just that a girl has turned his head. And he thinks she might be ‘the one’.