Absense

this is a familiar situation. just knowing - a psychic
feeling - that you are about to be asked out - and
it's time to walk as fast as you can without looking
like you are speedwalking - into the girls' locker
room where obviously he cannot follow. (Whew). such a
nice guy too. (is it time to loosen up my gene pool
credentials)?

a book I am reading says that having a "type" is
actually a fetish. hell yeah; It's so true!

at the bard festival this older concert attendee said
i looked "progressive" like someone who wouldn't think
twice about dating someone old enough to be my
grandfather. i hid in closets and in dark stairwells.
i speedwalked. he called a few times and wanted to go
to tanglewood together. yikes. or odessa's mature
suitor who after numerous date propositions,
drowned himself in the Seine.

of course none of this could ever be prevented. in
their life you could live your life 3 times. (25 x 3= 75).