One sock short of a pair

My sock was blue.

Yes, by that, I mean that was its color, but it was also its mood. the sock was blue because it was all by itself.

Lonely, I mean. I can relate. I've been all of my adult years alone. I last asked a brunette cutie to go to a local restaurant with me after the football game. She responded by saying “she couldn’t be married to no preacher.”