The real me, the physical body that shows up for the dance, is like a dog that stays in the yard. For the most part. Oh, I've been a few places and I've seen a few things, but for the most part, I stick around home.
My heart and my mind, now, that's a horse of a different color. Well, I suppose those are horses of different colors, to be more precise.
Most of my life has been misspent on unrealistic romantic entanglement.
Romance gave up on me some time back, leaving me time to pursue rock climbing or origami or orchid cultivation. Mostly I sit around and watch "Father Knows Best" reruns or cable news and fantasize about life with Elinor Donahue or Ashley Parker.
It's a life.