ENDLESS LOVE

Donna and Babs sang it best…”Enough is Enough.”

Let me explain.

I was at Mr. Blacks, my usual Sunday night disco watering hole, and yes, I was cruising for a bruising. I was about to dance when in walked a real dreamboat. He looked sorta foreign, and since foreign men love me, I smiled at him. He came right over and introduced himself - he was from Israel and fresh from the army. Yes, a real mister.

When we arrived at my apartment, he was all over me. I don’t know why, but foreign men are animals. And this one was relentless – kiss, kiss, kiss. Just when I thought we were done, he was at it again. My lips have not had such a workout since…well, I don’t remember when, probably the last time they were augmented.

Now I’m game for once, twice, maybe thrice, and then it’s lights out – anymore than that and I’m sorry, but come morning, I’m not going to look the age I told you I was.

At sunrise, and thankfully exhausted, he informed me he was straight and engaged to a girl named Saget. I wasn’t shocked, and honestly, it explained the blue polyester striped three-to-a-pack briefs he was wearing.

I gave him a fake number and sent him on his way. I don’t know if it was the fiancé or the exhausting lovemaking, but whatever it was, enough was enough – sleep comes first.