"The One" can be testy sometimes. He can be ornery and loose his temper. But mostly he is sweet, kind and loving. Today he even proved to be helpful.

"The Other" is around more often now. I thought perhaps I had banished him from my mind. Able to push out the thoughts or at least to keep them clean and on a completely platonic level, but I'm thinking about him again. Always thinking about him. I don't know what the deal is. Why can't I move on?


A friend of mine showed me several play girls the other day. Men are so bad looking, there wasn't a hot on in the group. It would have been better if they'd have just taken pictures from the neck down, and even some of those were more funny than attractive. Yeah beyond any shadow of a doubt I'd rather drool over playboy. Women are exotic and make my little forests seem like Everglades (you know what I'm talking about) someday perhaps I'll find one I want to do. . . And she'll let me.