ANGELS TREADING... II

Treading water?

I have a dinner date with the Silver Fox in a week. I think I am now officially in over my head.

I think... well, who knows what I think.

But here is a bridge being crossed; I really like the guy, but in Oscar Hammerstein's immortal words:

I can't explain,
It's surely not his brain
That makes me thrill...

I love him,
Because -- oh, I don't know --
Because he's just my...

Silver Fox.

This might be the opening skirmish in the Slut Phase.
One way or another, it's a "brave new world."
Wish me luck.
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