Mr. Right exchanged a grin with the guy sitting next to me.
Mr. Right would bring bliss - and an early grave.
"Did she ever tell you what her idea of Mr. Right was?"
"How much longer do you think she ought to wait for Mr. Right to come through an agency?"
She may not have found Mr Right just yet, but she's having a whale of a time looking!
Mr. Right flopped around on his chair and started to scream.
After all, Mr. Right will know how to manage money.
She was searching for Mr Right, and didn't care who knew it.
And despite his rugged good looks, he is no Mr. Right.
Till Mr Right comes along, then meet once in a blue moon.