Truth of the mattertangential

January 15, 2004

I can take him or leave him. Would perhaps that it were not so, but here we are and there we go. He's nice, he's pleasant, he's sweet, he's attractive, he's sensitive, he's considerate. The cats like him. He does the dishwashing. He appears at the door with wine glasses and a bottle or two. He hikes, he runs, he plays golf. The music, as it were, is soothing. But it doesn't stir my soul. And there we are.