Communication

Here is to ineffective communication due to slyness, or an attempt thereof. One should never attempt to run the line of innuendo to its logical conclusion as you will still lose the less risk taking chances along the way and you risk also losing even those ready for the ride by not stating explicitly.

I have been making less sense recently.

I suppose it has been due to the nature of my infatuation. It is a dangerous one with a woman wild and hot, who wields the power of my devastation with a rough hand. It is generally best then, to cancel the idea, and to stick to safer routes. And so I was on the internet, cruising through the miles of lonely letters and misguided explanations and the hopeful and hopeless missives of those looking and looking and sometimes never finding. It is a sad thing, these people on the internet, when they cannot find what they are looking for, but it is equally joyous when they do, among the rubble of pickiness and ugliness and plain out incombatability.

Tomorrow shall be another gauntlet of sorts, Saturday yet another, if previous plans with S. do not fall through, though I often wonder about her reliability. Too bad, she would be a fun time and a good lay and is probably marvelous the morning after; too many people shed their marvelous as they sleep, its remnants smudged on your pillow case and the remainder a shock and reevaluation.