Life without sex is sort of like life without cheese...

I mean, you can survive. You can even get used to it. But why would you want to? Right now, it's like I'm swimming in a fondue pot. That won't last, I know. But just knowing you have some cheese in the fridge offers hope for interesting possibilities. For some reason I said this aloud to Maricel and she laughed so hard she fell off the couch. Then we started talking about fondue. So we went to the store to get some milk to make some. I have a bitching harvest gold fondue pot. Thankfully the Kroger's is nearby. There used to be a family grocery right across the street, but the Kroger's and the times helped put it out of business. Maricel was digging on the Kroger's. It seems that Filipinos, much like Americans, just love food. They snack all the time. I assume they eat less or they'd be big-time fat. She says they just walk more. But we ended up buying two hundred dollars worth of groceries. Now this is on top of my super-stocked pantry. Then we made fondue. Then we made some noise. Then we sat up in bed and read comic books. The Catwoman statue was watching us from the dresser. Maybe I had an asthma attack and died and this is heaven. Maybe she's going to kill me in my sleep. That seems more likely. but I shall die satiated and full of cheese. What more could any man ask?