Hello Patrick,

A resounding applause. I can hear it, in your honor amigo.

But truth be told at least for my sake is I shall pray she does not come home with me, not now, not in this time of my life. Can you relate? If not simply toss aside.

You had me up until you took the huge step of inviting her home. But it does come down to a thing of having the confidence and in fact that certain energy. Lots to read there.

Thanks for the smile.

My luck were she to actually come home with me would stumble over that awkward moment when we both realize, Jesus, this was an alcohol inspired blunder, I'm so sorry, um, what was your name again? Haha.

Patrick, all the same, a smile this early Friday morn is welcome.

In a way, there's the valid thought that after say sixty five, or seventy one in my case its more a relief she didn't come home with me! God. Just let me kick off my shoes with socks of four days ago and let me fall back on my pillow knowing the Suoer Bowl hasn't and won't start...

Enjoyed your poem. Thanks for the thought and memories.

T