Oh Johnny, I've missed ye!
Hey everyone. Used to be John was married and I was single, in those magical workshop ddaze. Now I'm married and he's single...
Guess we'll never get to walk hand in hand through a dappled orchard.
But we can always swap blogs!!! Check him OUT!
Guess we'll never get to walk hand in hand through a dappled orchard.
But we can always swap blogs!!! Check him OUT!
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And yet I've been single the whole time. Resolutely, inviolately single. How come no one walks hand-in-hand through the orchard with me?
At least I'm creeping into your subconcious. I'll just think of myself as some deep-seated teddy-bear that your misfiring neurons can snuggle up to. That's enough for me.
You're in Georgia, too? Who'd a thunk the Peach State would be so attractive to my fellow alums?
Hmmmm. Why is that? And yes, you do sneak into the dreams (of many women). Why is that?
How about I set you up with a friend in Chicago? I know a hot Jewish gal!
Forgive the sad-sack routine. It's just a persona I play in the blogosphere. And of course I'm happy to meet eligible singles in the Chicago area. I'm generally well-behaved these days, too, so you needn't worry about the backlash of setting your friends up with a miscreant. I'm now a miscreant with a heart of gold.
You kinda always did have a heart-o-gold.
I'm speechless. And genuinely touched.
(I've become sentimental in my newfound sobriety.)
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