Action!

My love life stinks. Big time. To high heaven.

I mean, it’s not just that I’m going through a dry spell but – dammit … Vulcans do it more often than me! Man, I’d throw in the towel (and, no, that’s not a euphemism) and give up and join a monastery or something except for the one thing that’s kept me going through the years of loneliness:

If a guy who looks like Garrison Keillor can father two children, then I think I at least have a chance of getting some action sometime this century.

Of course, that’s what I thought last century too.

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