ok, alistair. don't you ever wonder about things that you are too scared to try but just wonder what will happen anyways.
Pardon me, Susan, but you already know that I'm a composer, so what else do you think happens when a piece begins to germinate except the precise scenario that you just mentioned?
i mean - the second half of your life
Do I take it that you have determined that I've already used up my first half? (in which case, thanks a bunch!...even if you are correct...)
you could try marriage. just to see what would happen.
Whose? Oh, wait abit, I see what you're getting at now - but Susan, ma chère, you know nothing about my marital status whereas I do know, from your own frequent observations, about yours - and it bothers me abit to think that you might, as you appear to do here, recommend marriage not as the "honourable estate" as which it is commonly portrayed but merely "just to see what would happen"; is that why you married? (not that that's any of my business, of course)...
i think you are a very charming and intelligent and humorous guy.
That's very sweet of you to say so, although I'm far from certain that I live up to your flattering estimation...
sometimes girls wonder why all theguys like you are confirmed bachelors.
Do they really? All of them?
but, it's ok. if you don't want to follow my advice.
Whether or not it may be "ok", as you put it, I'm not really sure why you're giving me this "advice", actually - but no doubt you'll tell me in due course...
i'd hate to see you hook up with a woman like me.
Are there any others? Women like you, I mean, not women in general (for I do know that there are quite a few of those around)...
taking all your lunchhours and devouring you hand and foot.
You've suddenly developed a thing about lunch hours, have you not (or at least you've just let us all know about it)...
you might end up wanting a piece of yourself back and having to plead and bargain for it. (give me back my hand - i must write).
I don't ever recall either selling or giving away any of myself, actually (and perhaps I'd not have been able to do either in any case)...
kinda reminds me of that movie 'three marriages and a funeral'
Four Weddings and a Funeral, actually - and, for the record, I'm no Hugh Grant, either as in his part in that movie or as in real life...
where what's his name asks to have his hand back. btw, i think it was kind of a let down when he proposed not marrying to his beloved. 'let's not marry' - and she says ' i do.'
Pass...
Susan - please do not worry your head about this; don't you have enough to think about already, what with a husband who rarely returns home for lunch despite all your culinary diligence and invention, several children, a piano, a recalcitrant brillo pad, a garbage disposal machine that does those extraordinarily double-entendresque things that you say yours does - and, just to cap it all, a fridge that spills salsa on the floor the moment anyone even so much as thinks of opening its door?...
Best,
Alistair