I know her name. I remember because I forgot. That’s one of the joys of love. Well, two of the joys.

“We had some good fun together, didn’t we? That’s why I’m sorry to say I’m going…”

“I let wine breathe. And I hold my breathe, so it can get all the air.”

“I like sex. Let’s get a group together. You know, for a better discount.”

“I am the alphabet soup of love. Eat me or read me, but don’t feed me to the cat…”