He's been burned so many times he's scared to try again. I'm about as comfortable with him as he is with me.But how many times will he have to tell some stranger his life story Which gets longer and longer and longer the longer he lives on this earth?
I'm standing in a museum; this guy is twenty-five minutes late. So I ask a whole lot of questions, but it turns out that he hates art.
And how many times will I pretend I'm facinated by the ordinary Details of the lives of the strangers that I've encountered on my search?
I'm in a Mexican restaurant with a friend of a friend of a friend.
Whoever said that distances make the heart fonder must have been thinking about online greetings & ecards!
In the times that we live in, you cannot possibly have every near and dear one under one roof.