The Cadaver Is Alive

I believe I met my first living cadaver the other night. First of all, I believe a description is in order. The man was in his early 60's and was introduced as the boyfriend of my friend's sister. He was from Yankee territory but I won't see which state (they are all the same to me) and the accent was immediately obvious. My first impression was a living, breathing cadaver. He had on a t-shirt, shorts, and white socks pulled up to his knees. He had this pasty white, complexion that went from top-to-bottom and it looked like he shaved his legs. He was mostly bald with these wisps of white hair that looked like someone glued armpit hair to the sides of his head, thick bifocals, and these horrible British-looking teeth framed by a ferret face. Think about a older version of Frank Burns, the character on M*A*S*H. After the couple leftm my friend asked me my impression of the guy and I told her "He's a nice enough guy but he looks like a cadaver." She gave a hearty laugh and readily agreed with me. A lot of relationships go beyond looks and that is a good thing. The realtionship I was introduced to tonight was definitely one of those. I have always believed that compatibility is a key in a relationship and who am I to argue with compatible.