Last Call

Apparently I am somewhat desirable. This is a situation I have not experienced in probably thirty years or more, so while I am in a much better state of mind to be able to deal with it, I am horribly out of practice. Please excuse the clumsiness.

This condition has provoked one woman to curse my name, a lesbian to kiss me twice, and a third to punch me in the stomach. Quite literally, mind you. The fisticuffs were brought on by circumstance in which I was finally able to speak my heart to a fourth woman, there was kissing in that part as well. It would be my understanding that stomach-puncher was upset with my actions towards the fourth lady, and my guess would be that there was some jealousy involved.

In a very directly related tangent, a friend of mine is going away for a few weeks. I shall miss her terribly, and I told her that I'd be waiting for her when she got back. O daughter of the sun, let not this tempest cloud your skies; get good, kiddo.