A very nice man once wrote me and said that there was one - and only one - man in the world for me (he wasn't suggesting himself) and that I *would* find him. I'm starting to believe the former. The latter... I have my doubts. He very well may be on the other side of the planet, machete-hacking his way through thick jungles of conventionality, artifice, and hypocrisy.
I'm fairly pragmatic and accepting of the slim-to-none odds of actually meeting this rogue male - so far, he's proven to be as elusive as a snow leopard. In the meantime, while I'm not interested in in shopping for bed linens at Ikea with you, I do crave something a little sweeter and more intimate than your standard, garden-variety shagfest. After all, I didn't read all those goddamned books just to exchange naughty jibberjabber with you. Are you getting me, mister?
Good, enough of this crap, let's light this candle!