It's 1 AM and I'm laying in the arms of a man that will just do... He's nothing great, he's sweet but he will just do. He says the sweetest things to me but he doesn't make me laugh. He never calls me beautiful or gorgeous. Like I'm use to. He's not really hamburger helper but he sure ain't steak! When do you give up and settle? When should I roll over and accept that I'm not going to get that smart, funny, Blackman with eyes like Africa and a personality to match mine? The man with two Blackberrys and a laptop in his hands at all times. That's the one I'm in love with, but that's not the one who is sleeping on my chest.