Yes, I loved JC Jones once too, but he's too conceited. Everything is about JC, all the time. I think he has psychological issues; he never calls, he never writes anymore. I loved Joe Hancock, but he got up and left me, just like that without saying a word - a rambling man, I guess. I have a long distance romance with Colin Macqueen -- the distance makes it safer, though it sometimes feels like I'm kidding myself, like there's nothing real there at all. It's the same with Sean Arble -- sure, everything is great when you don't actually have to live together. Paul Cowley is nice, but he scares me a bit -- some wild ideas and out of the box thinking. (I think when he was younger he may have smoked some marijuana.) Mike Sweeney is married, and so is Mark Bourgeois -- they don't have the time, that's all, you know, what with kids and all, their businesses etc. Pat Mucci is too rich, plain and simple -- things wouldn't work at all, practically speaking, as he'd invite me to what for him is an inexpensive restaurant but that would deplete my life's savings just for the appetizer. I think I have to keep loving him from afar. I think I would love Mac Plumart and Eric Smith, but they almost seem too nice for me, too good -- I'm afraid they'd reject me out of hand, the first time I swore or threw a golf club. Ah, well, that's okay. I've learned to be happy alone; I like myself. And plus, I'd bet Ian Andrew would return my love, as long as I looked up at him adoringly and nodded in agreement at everything he says.
Peter