Howling Wilderness

Oh man.

Not again.

Yup. Again.

He hits me up. On Leather Navigator. On World Leathermen. Wherever. I give his profile a brief perusal. Woof! A very hot man. We message back and forth. We talk on the phone. My wheels start to spin. He's hot. He's got his act together. We have a lot in common. Even pretty obscure things. I really like this man.

And, of course, he's far far far away.

Damn.

Why's it gotta be that way?

I'm getting tired of the local scene. I'm sensing I need more than semi-regular flirtations at the Bike Stop on Saturday nights, bracketed as it is by an hour-and-a-half drive down and back.

Ah well. At least there's softball.

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