About Love: '...but in their dreams were hidden dragons'

I am so very weary of getting emotionally involved only to turn into emotional road kill. Give me a hard hat, a rifle, fatigue and camouflage, and while you're at it give me some cover! I'm going to get reinforcements! Combat zone of love, and the phone calls in the middle of the night, from the victims of the battle. At 2.00am, you stir in your sleep, but there's no warm body next to you, to reassure you that the world can go to hell in a hand basket, you'll be fine.

My standards for male companionship are so low, that as long as they fit the current criteria for legal adult human male, with accompanying schlong, I'm game. But withh all things, you can only kiss so many frogs before you start burping up slime! After the last frog, I'm hanging up the diablo bra, the stripper heels that make my good girl outfits purr! I'll keep the nails, the waxing and the perfume (am not giving up all my girlie toys). After a quick call to Anne Summers and a quick trip to the lyme green superstore to get batteries, I'm digging myself a hole.

So as for the Feb 14th challenge I gave myself, I quit! You men win, and those not in my favor (which is the general population right now) Should be packed up and put on a one way shuttle to Saturn, if my luck holds, the shuttle will be built by the UK scientist and get lost like the Beagle! FOR GOOD!