Dear Ideal Reader,
Yes, You, with the puzzled expression on your face.
Oh–you didn’t know you were my ideal?
Ok, OK– I’ll confess, if I WERE writing to the idealest of my ideal readers, I would be addressing a tall, dashing, deeply intelligent yet actively compassionate man of stability and means in possession of sound character, soulful eyes, slightly calloused hands, and an amused expression as he reads my blog and finds himself so utterly charmed by my scintillating wit that he feels compelled to send me a (well-written, erudite without being pretentious, humorous) email of introduction because he must know more about the fascinating creature who has penned such insightful reflections on her life. (But if that were a scenario which had even a fraction of a percent of a chance of being a realistic expectation, I probably wouldn’t be writing this blog in the first place, now would I? ^_^) Which brings us back to you.