HHhhmmmm.

I knew that as I got older, and as I stuck to my standards about men, that it would be harder and harder to find a *good* man.

Not that I am in a rush to get married, mind you. I am all for living together for the next 10 years. I don't need that wedding band.

Or....

Yup, I also have the luxury of taking a lover. Great friendship, warm companionship, and fantastic chemistry in bed with loads of freedom. To be differentiated from a fuck buddy, which has all the warmth of being picked up in a hookers bar... but I digress...

I knew I would remain single for a long while after my breakup this year. But for some reason, that thought is depressing me tonight. :o


Oh well. Time for a ciggie.