Yeah, they could all wear tee-shirts with the words, "UNDECIDED" on them. heh
As one very attractive, successful woman (a happily married RN with three kids) I know once said when I asked how she decided that her husband (a police TAC team leader in a major city) was "the one" :
"Every time I dated some guy and went to his residence, I always made some excuse to go their restroom where I would secretly look into their medicine cabinet. Whenever I saw bottles of anti-psychotic medication or if they had more hair-care or beauty products than I did, I always cut the date short. I got tired of dating guys in the 'undecided' category for gender. The final test was my dog. My dog hated everyone who ever came into my place. Everyone. Except for my husband. The first time he came in to my place, my dog went right up to him. Without hesitation, Patrick kneeled down said, 'Good boy!' and gave him a vigorous shoulder/head-scratch that set his tail wagging. That was when I knew."
