That special person that fate, destiny, the cosmos, has placed on our paths, but not necessarily at the right time or place. The person we most care about--whether we are aware of it or not--the person that most moves us in body, mind, and soul. Dare I say a soul mate. The one special we have to bare the pang and scorn of 1000 years to behold for a fleeting instance in perfect time.
Andy played her voice message, and the volume was set too high. Everyone heard her voice and he blushed. "They all heard your voice" he said, and Ally responded, "tell them I'm your future-girlfriend-lover-love-of-your-life."
Someone or something that bites your ankles.
To a postman, an ankle biter is often known as a dog.
To an adult, an ankle biter may be a toddler.
To hikers, an ankle biter is sometimes a tick.
And so on.
When a man will search for hours to find something that is laying out in the open on a table. Items are often easily found by a women.
Man: "I have been searching for hours for keys."
Woman: "You mean the ones sitting there on the coffee table?"
Man: "Where?"
Woman: "Right there in the middle of that table."
Man: "oh, must have been Male Pattern Blindness"