We went out tonight (NYE) even tho’ we’re officially broken up, she’s kicked me to the curb, etc, and I thought “How will ever I fall in love again after experiencing her supreme wonderfulness,” and now I’m thinking “Hey, she’s just another woman in her late fifties, a little more neurotic than most, a little prettier no doubt, a lot more redolent of memories of remembering her when she was young and smoking hot, but there are other women out there, some of whom have accepted dates with you already, and you can hook up with one of them and be pretty happy, no need to make her neuroses into a major five-act tragedy…”
Yeah, thats’s the ticket.
(Never posted drunk before. This is pretty good except for the part about hitting all the right keys the first time.)