A devoted reader (I have two) recently reminded me that I've gone off message again. His basic criticism was that I'm not doing such a hot job in the wooing department, and this is coming from someone who already loves me and has done his own fair share of pulling in the ladies (and I'll see you soon, Clooney).
Desperate for inspiration, I looked up the definition of woo (it's a little known fact that many of the great poets also turned to Wikipedia), and this is what I found:
To seek the affection of with intent to romance.
Now I think I've been pretty good about seeking out affection (and by pretty good, I mean pathological), but my intent has been as shaky as my emotions and that kinda makes romance even more arduous, especially when the other devoted reader is my sister.
I hate that my life keeps getting in our way, but I'm not sure what to do about it, short of getting a new life, which was sorta the idea in the first place. We were supposed to be sharing a break from our lives, rather than the relentless heartbreak of mine.
And what about your heart? How am I gonna work my way in? Or thereabouts.
The doctor will see you now.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
3 comments:
You have 3 readers. Now, I get it, Dr. "Woo"...as in "woo." As least now I understand the bizarre sex talk.
L.
Make that 4 devoted readers.I'm hooked.
I think Dr Woo need's DR Phil
Post a Comment