Sigh... Thanks, thanks, everyone. As each day passes I feel myself getting better more and more.
Right now I'm engaged in eye-contact foreplay with this long-haired, nose-ringed hostess at my favorite bar in the local hippie town, Yellow Springs. I know she has a boyfriend, but fuck it, women are impertinent and change their minds at the drop of a hat. I'm going for it.
Ever feel that shock of electricity that starts in your gut, runs up your spine, and spreads into your fingers and toes whenever you make eye contact with a hot chick and it lingers about five seconds longer than it politely should?
