Anybody remember this show?
You’re seeing my first love now. Why, I’m serious. I believe that KITT was my first love.
I was alone on Valentine’s Day. Michael was, as I’m sure you’ve guessed, with a special lady “friend”.
Can’t say that I’m surprised. You’re too awesome to let out during Valentine’s Day.
I’ll concede to your logic on that, but wouldn’t it be nice to have one Valentine’s Day to myself? With Michael, I mean. A little can of premium gas, perhaps the gentle glow of firelight. (Far from the can of gas, I might add.) But no, every year it’s all about finding a pretty woman and disappearing with her for hours.
Sigh. Maybe one day.
Well, I’d certainly feel a lot more vulnerable. Confused as well, I should think. Is this a thing that typically happens?
Michael knows I hate sitting alone in hot parking lots, but it’s typically where I end up when not on a case. Usually while I’m smoldering in the direct sunlight, I peruse a lot of classic literature and other things for self-enrichment, but sadly I have yet to read that book.
Perhaps I’ll check it out when Michael’s off having another romp and I’m left to my own devices.