Just another night on the other side of life
I was not out very long tonight before I met the perfect woman: about my age, attractive, and totally smashed.
She took me to her hotel room. Now, I am home before the sun has come up.
We are supposed to do something tonight, but I know I will never see her again.
Oh well, she is on one of my lists. I hope I make it onto one of her good lists one day.
Why I am telling you all this shit, I do not know.
posted by Lynn @ 4:40 AM
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Why I am telling you all this shit, I do not know.
Well, Lynn, you know the answer, don't you - really?
It saddens me that you obviously feel such loneliness and despair. Now, that happens to the best of us and very few are exempt, but - without delving into psycho-babble - I wonder if the best strategy for meeting other people (women) is to pick up the most smashed of them in a bar.
Just saying.
You will return to the beauty of poetry and the delight of philosophy.
My best wishes to you,
Orla Schantz
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