How 'bout a big-shot media dude?
KIDDING, because I am not that. Nor am I single. Haven't really been single my entire adult life as I got married the day after I graduated from college. So I don't even know how the game is played anymore. I got no game, got no rap. "Yo, wanna go get buzzed?" probably wouldn't work as well as it did when I was in college (in the pre-Queen days, of course).
The fact that I'm a "sw-wave and de-boner" dude might help me some, but who knows? Not thinking at this point I'll ever have to find out. I do look simply fine in a tux.
We're a two-city marriage for a while. She's coming here this weekend, so I spent last night sweeping up and taking care of some things. Is the stuff she likes in the fridge? Where's HER soap, she doesn't like mine? Do I really need to change the sheets, we've been married 33 years?
Marriage is an odd game. Singledom is an odd game. Life is an odd game. My head hurts, my feet stink and I don't love Jesus. Plus, I have to go to work. I think I need a drink.