Duo Mentes, by Michael Obermuller

#52 I’ve spent my whole life searching through this deck.

Each card more foreign to me than the next.

Each one different, though some are similar, still no card has been right for me.

The twos continue to remind me, that one is in fact the loneliest number.

The threes make me think of each third date, and how you’re supposed to know where it’s headed after the third date.

Fours, my favorite number, but still no compatible cards.

Fives for the ones I thought were cute, until I realized they had already met their guys.

The sixes are only interested in sex, not a meaningful relationship or a future together.

I thought I would find her in the lucky number seven, but these cards didn’t bring me my angel from heaven.

Eights for the dates where I showed up too late, or the ones that I met who moved out of the state.

And nines drink fine wine and are rich out their minds, a card I could do without.

Tens are the dimes who are stunning, but have no personality to match.

A jack laughs at all of your jokes and is fun to be around, but I prefer to keep this card as a friend.

The kings are the jocks, the tomboys who are more manly than me.

Aces are the most dangerous of all, this one can really rip your heart out if you fall for its tricks.

I’ve never actually met a queen.

A perfect woman that embodies looks and personality.

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