faults

One of my favorite friends invited me to dinner with him and his boyfriend. He even said he would cook curry for me. I said, “Oh, a man who can cook! You’re perfect. I’ll bring the Oscar Wilde and white wine, if you are willing to slave over a hot stove for me.”

His response, “I’m not perfect, Kathleen. Don’t be silly.”

I replied, “Of course you are. Perfect in your imperfections. Don’t let anyone tell you different. Good faults make a man. Bad faults make him better.”

Now that’s a quote worthy of Oscar, isn’t it? I think he’d be proud of me.