So, something to look forward later in the week, Wednesday night, a date.
And the best of intentions - as too often is the case, are derailed by Jr. popping into town on Tuesday night and wanting to tie one on. Which we do, hitting half a dozen bars and ordering doubles at every one becoming in gradual and quick increments every shade of possible annoying. This doesn't particularly matter as few of these bars are worth hanging out in, and I'm not a "bar" guy, but by the last one we're barred from having drinks (reasonably enough). Eventually I pack him into a taxi and send him off.
Phew.
I did not need that.
Wednesday day is devoted to recovery; and so finding myself a nice park bench across from Oso to enjoy the sun and lie down for a long nap to recover. A long nap. A few hours, the sun is perfect, hot, I even manage a sunburn. Slowly I'm recombobulating.
Wednesday night, 8:00 PM, date shows, she's a beautiful elegant European, we drink sparkling water and chat and I'm impressed, and she's laughing a charming laugh and pulls out her phone and she happened to be out for a walk today and took this picture and isn't it funny and .... there I am, on the bench, out like a light.
And I realize that I've taken this celibacy thing a little bit far, doubled down on it, made my bed as it were and I should have left myself an opening, allowed for the possibility that I might change my mind....
Drink your sparkling water, chat (as well as I am able, which is not so...), and that's that and it has become painfully apparent that it's time I do some serious reforming of my lifestyle...