Try as I may, romance continues to be just beyond my reach. Brief encounters do happen from time to time, but not romance.
I have been exiled from Loveland. Cast adrift from Passion Island.
Quite frankly, between you and me, it's beginning to piss me off.
My apartment, like myself, continues to lack feminine attention. It feels like I'm living in a motel, an impersonal lodgings where there are no Loreal products in the bathroom or a lingering Chanel fragrance with every breath.
On the bright side, there's no squabbling over wardrobe or shoe-rack space.
:)
Ah, Joe. I feel your pain and know it all too well... I love that there's no one to clean up after or cook for, only...there's no one to clean up after or cook for. And I think I've passed "pissed off" and moved onto "resigned". There's an easy remedy to this, of course, Joe. ;) Someday...
ReplyDeleteEasy remedy? Please enlighten me,MC,I'd love to know. But I guess your answer may just be "someday...someday" :)
ReplyDeleteWe may be destined to meet up one day,despite the vast geographical distance between us :)