husbands don't like leftovers. 

  a 29 year old man with glasses and an Eddie Baur sweater and docker khakis.  sitting at the table with his glasses and labtop, didn't smile once.  signals her to come over.  she looks nervous runs up to him as if he is some sort of king and she is a servant, trying to obey him, she nods with a panicked look on her face.  she turns bright red.  and runs back to her place.  and i feel sick.  when the concert begins the man is still on his labtop.  he watches as we sing.  not once laughing at the corny jokes being said by our director.  i look at him and i feel disgusted.  i try to imagine marrying him.  so cold and dull and old.  living in a house with him and his parents.  i smile.  i look at my hand without a ring and for once i feel so goooood.  im going to get someone better than that.  i don't need that.  i can turn around right now and flirt with the dude that always tries to talk to me.  i can go around saying stupid shit to people and not worrying about my image with my man.