So. Long time no type! I’ve had a drink or three. And a bad day.
As a rule, I avoid drinking. It peels away the armour I use to protect me from the slings and arrows of outrageous fate, leaves me vulnerable to any damn thing that comes down the pike. But what the hell. Things are unlikely to get worse.
Finally, FINALLY, I have a chance to Blame My Parents! At long last, after a life-time of decidedly un-hip ill-disguised adoration of my parents, I can lay a little piece of misery right on their doorstep. I give you their song, “The Impossible Dream” from Man of La Mancha:
“To reach the unreachable star, this is my quest, to follow that star, no matter how hopeless, no matter how far…”
I was reared on show tunes, born and raised on the belief that I was destined to find that kind of love. The crime was compounded with this, and THIS.
So what happened?
Sometimes the simple things are too much to ask, and you have one more broken romantic heart.
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