When I was 17 years old, I read a short story by Flannery O'Connor called "A Good Man Is Hard to Find". I was definitely too young at the time to realize what a truism that title is. Now that I'm approaching 30 and have had my fair share of relationship "not quite rights", "thanks but no thanks" and "are you kidding me?"'s , I want to kiss Miss O'Connor right on the lips for her observation. Handsome men are easy to find. Jude Law anyone? Funny men? Enter Jemaine Clement. But a good man--a man good to the core--a man so good that his eyes see right through you? Hard. To. Find. So I would like to dedicate this post to the good men. You good men knock the edges off of life--smoothing the corners and inviting in my once guarded affection. You good men remind me that the divine can ride in on the backdraft of more difficult times. You good men make me cry not from a broken heart but from an overwhelming realization that God has been listening all along. You good men offer healing and hope. Celebrate yourselves for being true and kind, gentle and brave, open and sincere. You good men are the best thing to ever enter my soul, and I thank you one million times over.