Do you remember the first time the opposite sex said "I kove you" to you?
Yes... yes I do. It was back during the great snowstorm of '78, in Chicago. JB's husband was out of town and I had just happened to stop in to replenish her supply of firewood. After piling the wood by the fireplace and collecting the paltry sum of money for services rendered, I remember reaching for the check, and as I did so I noticed a gleam in her eye and a certain beckoning.
Confused, I backed off a little and that was when I clearly heard the words, "Gus, I love you."
I left. I left with a heavy heart, knowing that I held the love of JB, but not willing to crush the life from her husband.
What had he ever done to me?
I could not come up with an answer that rationalized my needs.
I walked away with a heavy heart and a protrusion in my trousers that threatened the very life of the seams.