When I finally settled down enough to be domesticated, I married my secretary and did the kid thing until I lost her to lung cancer. I had to admit that I rather liked being married. Being a minimalist drinker, the bar scene wasn't working and peeling someone off a bar stool looked like a dead end anyway. Then I took a lady out to dinner and she was complaining that there weren't hardly any good men around anymore and she couldn't even find one on Plenty of Fish. Oh, what's that I asked? A while later I decided to put up a few pictures and a profile. Well, holly smokes, hundreds of hits and I got a great one. Eight years and counting toward forever.
