And I’m being enigmatic because I’m
too confused to be sensible. Superior women often have that effect on me.
Inferior ones usually drive me into a bolt hole.
And then there’s this song which
is preoccupying me at the moment. Were I to be of an age and in a position to
sit with a superior woman of the kind herewith envisaged while the candles
flicker, the clock ticks through the wee small hours, and we talk quietly of
life, relationships, the human condition, the universe and everything, this is
the song I would like to have playing in the background. I sometimes wonder how
I made it this far.
No comments:
Post a Comment