Your headache was a priority?
I believe in Cher. Not snarky
comments about how others
lead their (sexually
explicit)
lives. I don’t shop around.
I’m happily married. Or
would be. Used to it was
easy. Now
it’s even more
complicated. Butthis morning (or was it
last night?) I was having
a conversation about how
certain repeated activities
basically scrape or ‘sand
down’ the (surely once-
upon-a-time three-dimensional)
brains of certain repeated
acquaint-
ances (some of whom, as it
turns out,
we spend lots and lots of
time
thinking [and surely that
therefore means ‘caring’]
about) ... (
otherwise why would we even
have such way-into-the-night
[or –afternoon] conversations
...
why on earth would I be
typing
this muck up while presently
pornography is being looped—
but behind Microsoft Word
on the very large monitor
I use when I want to feel
like I’m doing something
worthwhile? But, anyway.)
I suppose I shouldn’t worry.
Options always exist. Especially
when hook-up profiles often
include the (surely
judgmental
phrase): “Single is the new
coupled” paired with some
wrincing, tongue extruding
emoticon which
indelibly means “NOT!” 
