Let's get over this

My darling wife reminded me of the conventional wisdom that it takes half the duration of a relationship to 'get over it' once it has ended. Mon Amore and I were together for 45 months, meaning I should 'be over it' in April of 2012. You know, if the world hasn't already ended by that point.

Disorientation

Not long after my split from Mon Amore, some friends from the world of fringe theatre was consoling me over a drink. They began pondering who they might fix me up with 'What guys do we know that are good enough for Kinsey'? I told them guys weren't the only or even necessarily the primary market for me, of which they were apparently totally unaware before. This led to the inevitable question of identity and labels. What I came up with on the spot was that these days, I am:

sexually disoriented.