I was caught in a weak moment, I admit it. An adorable girl in a bar, the kind that makes me weak in the knees, milked me for a couple of cocktails. Oh sure, she paused to spend the obligatory few minutes talking with me – standard procedure when a person buys someone a drink – but then disappeared into the crowd. I had been throned, and I knew it. But I didn't care. I … [Read more...]
