...for this blog to be an estuary for my lovelorn outpourings. It was supposed to be more of a paddle in some whimsy. But that's the way the crumble cookies.
I've been in my new place for a week and a half. And I've already become entranced by a young lady. She's funny. I mean - really funny. She's articulate. In terms of looks, she's like having an eye massage. But moreover...
She writes.
And she writes beautifully.
And guess what ? I don't think you'll need three...
She has a man. Who I know to be a bit of a rotter. He used to go out with my flatmate, and good chum of many years. She tells of bad things; and I don't think she's making them up.
I swear that this never happened to me before. I've always managed to steer clear of those who are marked. I must be making up for some horrific karmic transgression. But I don't know what. I think I've been good. I could be wrong.
Uh-oh.
