You might have noticed that I never write about my own love life here. This is mainly because I don’t have a love life, but neither do I mention foolishly inattentive members of the opposite sex who have accidentally allowed me into their company in the past.
Cryptic and multiply-distorted versions of other people’s affairs are a different matter and I had planned one of my observational “relationship” posts for this evening, but then it turned out to be a little too close to someone real else’s private life. It’s bad enough people suspecting that I’ve been writing about something I couldn’t possibly have known about without people complaining that I’m writing about something I do know about. Sorry about that, folks. There might be some new stuff tomorrow.
And no, I’m not mailing the spiked post to you individually.
You might have noticed that I never write about my own love life here
Hmm. This may not be a bad idea. I tend to say probably a bit too much about mine. Then again, should I meet someone halfway decent I might keep my trap shut.