Liaison

If I told you that I left work early today to meet a woman I only see about once a year, and found myself lying back with her poring over me and exploring my mouth, you might raise an eyebrow. If I told you she takes me to places where I'm not completely comfortable, that her well practised ministrations keep me just short of the pain barrier, you might raise the other eyebrow too. This sort of liaison is just too expensive to do more often. If I told you that I had a dental appointment this afternoon you'd probably yawn and browse some other journal.

Hey, I can't help it if I'm not a drama queen. I do have to twist the words a bit to make my contented life sound vaguely interesting. Is it my fault if life wants to fall neatly under my stride? Am I to blame if fate refuses to front up with nerve gas, landmines and flame throwers? Maybe I should be convincing myself that I need so much more from life. I could get grumpy and irritated at all the things that have served to make me contented. Then I could agonise about it online.

Bah! that last paragraph was getting far too self referential.