Oh, well. I guess yet another budding friendship has imploded. The possibilities for misunderstanding are endless and the opportunities for disappointment always there. I think my petit ami may have given up on me. Oh, well. I should trust better the strength of the fleshy ways of yesteryear. When you could only trust your senses, the knowledge was first hand, the reward immediate. The touch of the skin, the look of the eyes. Those do not lie. Well, you could like to yourself. but that's another story. But when you have all your cards on the table there's no room for misunderstandings. And there's only one thing to follow: your instinct. When you're at the point of no return, that's where's at. You just have to let go. And come.