Sunday, Alone

Sunday, August 5, 2008, 5:15 p.m. EDT

I'm an old wolf who spent about ten years trolling around country-western dance floors, possibly, blissfully avoiding relationships, except one--and that one somehow turned into the the buddy, brother, and chump thing.  The gal pal, also the hot thing, the frustrating thing, the ambivalent whole thing, and, finally, the old thing.

We still talk now and then.

Of course, I loved every minute of it, but it wasn't much fun, and my escape came late--the girl at the pool, the familiar actress, writer, teacher, the good spirit, and the girl next door.

Ever find the cure, figure out how you like her, enjoy her, want her, and take the picture when she's just that way.

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