So Smart, Feelin’ Blue

backyard fae by rammkitty

Thursday, September 18, 2008:

Good Morning, Honey,

 Just wanted to tell you that I woke up wondering how you made it through the night.

I hope you’re doing fine.

Your high degree of intelligence does make it a little tougher.

You’re better able to understand realities,

causing you to focus on them,

analyze them,

and sometimes over-analyze them.

You’re better able to feel,

and you feel more intensely.

Your highs can be higher,

and your lows intense.

You will experience life intensely,

and have deep passions within.

Your loves will be of infinite joy

and infinite pain.

Fear pain not!

Absence of pain is death.

In your pain you will know you are alive.

Your intensity allows you to marvel

at the beauty of a wintry Russian landscape,

a fur wrapped around your neck,

the cold air making your cheeks pink and tingly.

Your intelligence leads to this greater intensity,

and you will fully feel and experience all of life.

I worry about you a little.

I do not want you to hurt,

but you will.

I awoke and meant to just say that I hope you’re feeling well,

and this stuff kept coming out.

Some thoughts, perhaps tomorrow, on maximizing joy and minimizing pain.

I will pretend these thoughts are for you,

and I know they’ll really be for both of us.

I am in awe of your mind,

and how your thoughts flow.

The inside of you is so beautiful.

It must be nurtured and protected.

It saddens me that I cannot protect you from the pain.

Mike

If You Fall Off a Horse…….

 a b c d e f g heartbreak by bengiz, Photo was seen on Jo Ann’s Blog. I hope she forgives me for using it.  I love the photo!  I love Jo Ann!

3:30 AM, Very Early in the Morning, Wednesday, September 24, 2008:

Adriana seems to be gone.

She’s 21-years-old.

Chloe seems to be gone.

She’s 21-years-old.

Friday evening, he sees Danielle.

Guess how old she is?

People ask him what in the world he talks about with a 21-year-old?

That question always stuns him.

He talks non-stop with 21-year-olds!

Danielle talks to him

of Shostakovich allowing her to get lost in the music,

her mind musing abstractly on everything she’s experienced.

She speaks of the infinite beauty of the Kirov

and of the existential angst within us all.

I am entranced,

I am overwhelmed,

I am stunned

by her mind.

Yes, a 21-year-old!

She’s my superior in allowing

intellectual passions

to course through her veins.

Yes, a 21-year-old!

How to Torture Me

Emily in the morning from Model Mayhem

Friday, September 26, 2008:

Seneca:  “Honey, do you look at the blog?”

Danielle:  “Yes, I love the photos!”

Dinner with Danielle

fuckin fashionvictim by frauplanlos

Friday Evening, September 26, 2008:

Danielle captured him with her words.  He had no idea what she looked like.  Her words were so enchanting that he was possessed by meeting her.  He didn’t care what she looked like!

Can you believe it’s HIM who wrote that?

She advertised on Craigslist on September 10 and it took seventeen days to arrange a meeting.  Some scoff at Craigslist and he has no idea why.  He met Adriana and Chloe there, two incredible women.

These words from her ad mesmerized him:

“……….dinner at that wonderful Russian restaurant downtown, then to the CSO (Chicago Symphony Orchestra).  In the Russian spirit, it would be great to hear Shostakovich.  Especially when the weather turns, I love getting dressed up like a Russian doll, wrapped in furs, vodka, dramatic music, you know……….. Right now, I’m not looking for anything too much.  I suppose, as Marion would say, I’d like someone who I can be alone with.”

Those words drove him wild! 

That is his kind of woman!

Here are some excerpts from her emails.  She drove him into a frenzy with this stuff!

“I would like to accompany you to the Kirov Ballet- it sounds beautiful.  When I think of Russian ballet, I think of this book I used to look at as a child.  It had these wonderful pictures of the costumes from a Russian ballet company in the 1920s- so gorgeous.  Apparently, their costumes and makeup were extremely innovative and influenced a number of trends in the 20s.  I wish I could have been alive back then- I think I would have made a very good flapper.”

“……….I imagine fate has something else to show me. I looked at Ziggy Stardust and thought he was the child of Joni Mitchell.  He never was, but perhaps I am, and from there I could go anywhere.”

“The truth is, after years of being a punkass independent femme, I’ve decided that it’s high time I learn to be a lady.  If only for the psychological amusement it brings me.  I want to play Elizabeth Taylor.”

“I don’t have a favorite color.”

“Tonight finds me pensive and brooding.  I have homework that must be completed, yet I am lost in a vague existential crisis or perhaps just simple melancholy thoughts.”

“The Venus fly trap does not need to fly like the insects she consumes, for they come freely to her.  Alas, but growth is painful.”

“I have a number of pictures I could send you, but it would ruin the surprise!  I’ll give you a basic outline so you can spot me.  I’m 5′8″, slender, and very pale.  I have short reddish brunette hair that has a slight curl to it.  Often I wear heels and appear even taller……… I’m usually decked out in black- a hangover from my punk days with a dash of sophistication.”

He vowed to do anything he could to meet her, as those words are the words of a real woman. 

He was stunned!!!

He couldn’t care less what she looked like!!!

Prior to meeting, they agreed to a non-romantic relationship.  He told her that he was just not going to fall in love with another 21-year-old, implying women of that age are not capable of being a real partner.  He sure was wrong about that.  She is fully mature and would make any man a great partner.  He now realizes that it is very easy to fall in love with her, but he just couldn’t handle it now.

She is recently out of a three year relationship, and wants only friendship with any man.  She needs to heal.

Friendship can be loving and caring.  Although he doesn’t touch her, she satisfies his need to be with a sexy woman.

He wanted to meet her because of her writing. 

Then he saw her standing there.

She’s more than her writing. 

She’s beautiful! 

tall and slender

huge eyes

angelic face

legs that go on forever 

black mesh nylons covering those wonderful legs. 

Why does she do that to him???

Danielle, showing her hands:  “Mike, do you think I could do hand commercials?”

Seneca, trying to seem unaffected, as if he is quite accustomed to seeing perfectly-formed women:  “Uh, yeah hon, sure.”

Didn’t affect him at all!!!

They had the five-course tasting menu with wines paired by the house at Spring Restaurant on North Avenue.  The food and wine were wonderful.  They talked non-stop for almost four hours.

Their interests, at this early stage, seem not similar, but identical.  Each activity one states, the other loves. She mentions she wants to see a certain silent film with live music played by the Symphony.  He says he saw the silent film “Joan of Arc” with live music by the Symphony.  She melts.  She loves that old silent film.  He forgot to tell her that he has the transcripts of Joan of Arc’s trial.  Doesn’t everyone?

He has never felt so compatible with a woman!

He is in awe of her mind.

She is sexy and beautiful.

He vows to give her everything in this friendship she wants.

About to leave the car, she mentions they may be able to get together once or twice a week.

He is stunned that she thinks that much of him.

He hopes to be able to settle down with her

and not need to see others.

Even without romance,

she satisfies him totally. 

And something else is going on.  Seneca has been able to get to know Adriana, Chloe, and Danielle.  All three are intelligent, educated, personable, sexy, and beautiful.  All three have some degree of affection for him. 

He does admit that he never thought those qualities would reside in one exciting  woman, and that woman would like his company.  He dreams of a relationship with someone like that.  Although that woman may not be Danielle because of her preference for a non-romantic relationship, perhaps she’ll show him the way.  There is no better guide.  Perhaps his experiences will help her a little.  He feels so honored to be her friend.

To Danielle on Roxanne and Christina

unperfect_by_frauplanlos

Sunday Morning, September 28, 2008:

My Dear Danielle, 

Happy Sunday!!! 

Today is the day some very lucky photographer will be allowed to photograph one very pretty girl!!!

Roxanne did upset me yesterday by figuratively blowing me off, but she has saved the relationship by offering to go to the 3:00 PM show today.  So, I will have company today, and that company is pleasant.

We have been going out for years, but have such a weird relationship!  I do not understand women.  Who does???

In four years, I have yet to hold her hand, let alone kiss her.  If something was to happen, it would have happened by now, don’t you think?  She is cute……well, HOT…… she does take her clothes off for a living…….. less is more…….. but my interest in her romantically departed several years ago.  The weird part of the relationship is that she claims to have strong interest in me romantically. 

So, why don’t I kiss her?

Glad you asked! 

Before kissing a woman, things happen that tell a man she wants to be kissed.  It may include sitting near one another with little touches occurring, a certain gaze, in general, flirting.  None of those things happen with Roxanne.  Only the words! 

On my deathbed I am sure to discover that Roxanne is of a rare species of human beings who feign lack of interest to mask intense lust.  Perhaps she will be at my deathbed, and this discovery will return me to life.

One might say that she just doesn’t know how to give signals.  That may be true.  When I’ve brought dates to the club and purchased private dances for my dates with her, she doesn’t wait for any signals.  Her lips are immediately on theirs, her tongue is in their mouths, and she doesn’t wait for no stinkin’ signals!!!  All is in clear violation of the club’s rules.

There is one other male Roxanne sees.  He is gay.  I refuse to consider the fact that women who see only gay guys seek my company.

My Dear Danielle, I have dreamed all my life of a hot, 26-year-old dancer professing love for me.  I have attained my dream.  In the future, I will flesh out my dreams a little more.

As a substitute for Roxanne yesterday, I was able to get a date with Christina.  Christina is of the type I am trying to get away from.  I was out of women.  Forgive me.

Christina and I had been trying to get together for a couple of months.  She was always busy at the hours normal human beings function.  Her invitations to me were for a drink at midnight in Logan Square, where Adriana lives.  I am not of the type who commences dates at midnight.

When Roxanne cancelled our date yesterday, my frenzy to find a replacement caused my fingers to accidentally go into my immense “bad girl” directory.  You yourself are in a different directory.  I mean you would be if I had your phone number!  Christina returned my call at 5:30 PM, too late for dinner, but early enough for the play.

Christina is 28 and attractive.  Her hair is short and prim, reminiscent of a non-sexual school teacher.  I have heard she is anything but that, but do not know that personally.  She did mention that she could give me an incredible girlfriend experience, but I’d rather get that from a girlfriend.

Holding the car door open for her, she walks toward me with a glum expression on her face.  Now I don’t wanna be here either.  Without a smile, she plops into the front seat, with the usual pleasantries kept to a minimum.

My spirits slightly revive, for I have been in desperate need of a woman who breathes.  I note that she is breathing unaided.

Her face must be bathed in Botox, for it is expressionless the whole evening.  She is able to watch the whole show without comment or enthusiasm, while the rest of the crowd, and I, go wild.

After the show, I offer her food or drink, but she needs to get home.  Thank God for that!

So, I think of the weekend.  A horrid Saturday night date and an upcoming pleasant Sunday date in wild contrast to the richness, brilliance, and beauty of my Friday night date.  One must explore the valleys to gain the mountaintop!

I do have hope for the future.  My Friday night date (what was her name?) just might see me again.  There is just no accounting for women’s poor taste in men.  Although there is to be no romance with her, her fire and brilliance are more than enough.  Her immense sexuality does satisfy my need to be with a woman, even though I do not partake of that sexuality.  I wonder if that makes sense.  It does to me.

And, while typing this note, Chloe contacted me.  She has returned from Paris and is available.  I will not ask of her whining fiancé.  That guy whines almost as much about her as I do about Adriana.  What kind of guy is that?

My Dear Danielle, I have dreamed all my life of two sexy 21-year-olds wanting my company.  I have attained my dream.  In the future, I will flesh out my dreams a little more.

Mike

A man never loses by loving.

He loses by holding back.

Adriana, I love you.

Danielle’s Charm

From Labatidora

Sunday, September 28, 2008:

Danielle’s words are a window to her soul.  I find her entrancing.  I give you these words received from her today:

What I would give to fall into a peaceful sleep, and upon awakening to find myself a child again in the mountains where my grandfather lived, picking berries among the fur trees.

What I would give to walk through the forest on the outskirts of town, watching the trees change to vibrant yellow, rich orange, and deep red.

How I miss driving with my little sister, in that rare comfortable silence that can happen when you know the other so well that nothing needs to be said.

What I would give to stare out over the Atlantic Ocean in the house of my parents, my grandparents, my great-grandparents, where the spirits walk quietly down the halls, watching over their children.

This is where I came from, where I will go, where I belong, and where I left my heart.

Someday, perhaps, I’ll find a woman for me with words like that in her heart.  Until then, I will bathe in the charms of Danielle.

Morning Note to Danielle

Emily Lynn

Love at First Sight?

Tuesday, September 30, 2008:

My Dear Danielle,

I hope you are doing well.

Remember that someone with infinite intelligence and infinite beauty begins the day with so much more than 99% of the world will ever have.  I know that those characteristics do not equate to happiness, but at least you can feel really good about those characteristics within you.  We can work on the pain of loneliness and the emptiness of life.  Once we get you on the right path, perhaps I will stumble along.  Having someone like you with me to search for that path does enervate me to begin the journey.  Aristotle might say that the search for the path is what life is about.

You will read your gods and I will read mine.  We will discuss the journey and support one another. 

When I am in class with one of the divinities who pose as an instructor, and we look at Plato or Montaigne or Lycourgas or Seneca or any of a thousand others, a calm befalls me.  I am communing with something greater than existence.  It is the truest of religions.

When the six black men at the Black Ensemble Theater move together in unison, one arm outstretched, bodies slowly rotating, beings taken over by the music, I am witnessing something that transcends human life.

When the troupe of the Kirov walks onstage, arms interlocked, so proud of whom they are and what they have accomplished, you will be at my side.  We will tear up together, as we give homage to the Tsar of All the Russias.

When a lone dancer of the Eifman lets her body be taken over by the devastation of a love gone wrong, you and I will feel the infinite hurt, and attempt to get one another through that moment.

This morning, my pain is of the same order of magnitude as your charm.  After fourteen weeks, it is getting more and more difficult to pretend that my breakup with that most perfect of human beings was just a fight.  I am being dragged, kicking and screaming, to the altar of reality.  I cannot worship at that altar.  I will sacrifice any and all to the gods, but I cannot give them Adriana.

How can she prefer another to me?

Now to practical matters!

I find that the Symphony does not return from Europe until the 19^th.

I am ASTONISHED to find that this is the weekend the Kirov Ballet is in town.  You are attending the 7:30 PM performance Friday evening.

 YAY!!!

Do you wish to attend Saturday and/or Sunday performances in addition to Friday’s?

 Mike

Melancholia

delicate by emilylynn89

Late Wednesday Night, October 1, 2008:

He has an addictive personality.

His addictions are to the Divinities that can be glimpsed on this Earth; namely, certain productions such as ”I Am Who I Am” at the Black Ensemble Theater, seen nine times, and to the Kirov Ballet.  He hopes to see every performance of the Kirov this weekend, about half the performances alone.  Of course,

his drug of choice is Adriana,

Adriana,

Adriana.

He thought his loneliness, generally severe, was due to his lack of an emotional relationship. 

Dreamgirl told him to learn to be his own best friend.

He told Dreamgirl he could get a better best friend than that!!!

He was able to find out something new about himself.  His loneliness vanished when he booked plans for Friday evening, Saturday evening, and Sunday afternoon with three women he genuinely cares for.  The relationships with these women are not emotional.  He finds his loneliness is due to being without a woman during these important time periods.

He was to have dinner with Danielle Friday evening, invited by Danielle herself last Sunday via email.

He knew Chloe would be available for dinner and the Kirov Saturday evening.

On Tuesday, he was delighted when Savannah let him know during lunch that she would love to attend the Kirov Sunday with dinner afterwards.  He has a great deal of affection for Savannah.  She’s really a character!

On Sunday, he knows Danielle is feeling down.  He asks to take her to dinner Monday.  He is ignored.

In addition to a Friday dinner with Danielle, he asks her to accompany him to the ballet and dinner Saturday, not having yet invited Chloe.  He likes Danielle so much!  He is ignored.

Wednesday evening, he’s out of time.  Chloe needs an invitation, or he may lose her Saturday evening to another.  Cute French girls are in demand!  He invites.  She immediately accepts.  She was waiting.

Then Danielle accepts for Saturday also.

He is crushed!

He so much wants to be with Danielle!

He is forced to tell Danielle that he made other plans

due to her lack of response.

Because he has been blown off so much lately,

he even thought Danielle would not show Friday,

after inviting him,

and that Saturday was not on the table after she ignored him for several days.

He’s mildly depressed because he could have spent two days in a row with such a wonderful creature had she answered her emails or given him her phone number.

He thought the mental connection with her to be unusually close,

yet she ignores him till she’s ready not to.

She must find his company agreeable to accept dates two days in a row.

He thinks something else is going on unrelated to him.

He is stunned at such a brilliant mind

attached to such a gorgeous body!

He doesn’t know how to go out with two women at a time successfully. 

He doesn’t even know how to go out with one woman at a time successfully!

He is more and more relieved

that Danielle has forbidden a romantic relationship.

She is just too powerful.

It will indeed hurt him when

he finds that she is romantic with some new friend.

He genuinely hopes he never finds out.

Ahhhh!!!

A heartbreak just waiting to happen!!!

But they all are, aren’t they?

Short Skirt, Hot Legs

Rory Gory

Danielle’s legs are virtually identical to the legs of the angel in the photo.

Saturday Morning, October 4, 2008:

At 11:15 AM, Danielle opens the car door before he can jump out to let her in.  He is flabbergasted by what he sees.

Seneca:  “Honey, you can’t go dressed like that!”

Danielle:  “Why?  Is it inappropriate for the ballet?”

Seneca:  “No, honey, I don’t mean that at all.  I mean this is supposed to be a non-romantic relationship.”

Danielle just laughs at him.

But Seneca is dead serious.  Danielle is tall with exquisite legs.  Those legs today are covered only by the shortest of skirts. 

He is mesmerized. 

She is Woman!

He actually really does love Danielle for her brilliant mind.  It’s just that, at least at this moment, it’s difficult to remember that she has a mind!

He vows not to let her sexuality overpower him, and will take only one look at her perfection during the drive to Russian Tea Time.

At lunch, they allow themselves just one two-ounce shot each of the wonderful “Russian Standard” vodka.  It is taken in the classic Russian manner – a deep inhalation of the aroma of Russian black bread to cleanse the palate, the downing of the vodka, and a bite of a pickle.  It is a delightful way to drink vodka!

Seneca was not excited about Russian food today, for it can be heavy.  However, there is something so appropriate about delicious Russian food before Russian Ballet!  Danielle comes to the rescue and chooses a wonderful meal for two.

She starts with caviar for two and it is served with all the accoutrements.  He loves it!

She next chooses the Seafood Platter for Two, which is light and delicious.  It includes smoked Norwegian salmon, smoked and peppered mackerel, Russian marinated herring, Caspian salmon caviar, sardines, fresh crepes, and a garnish of chopped onions, cucumbers, tomato, carrot salad and Russian Style potatoes in garlic, fresh dill and butter.  It seems that picking the right woman makes the food incredible!

Fortunately, he sits across from her, and her awesome legs are hidden from his view.  Unfortunately, her face is gorgeous.  She has many different ways to overpower him.

She thinks he closes his eyes when talking to her out of some effort at concentration.  In fact, the only way he can think is to shut his own eyes so as not to be overcome by hers.

After lunch, they see the wonderful Kirov Ballet of St. Petersburg.  The Kirov always brings their home orchestra, and the music of the production “Giselle” is beautiful.  Seneca often thinks the Kirov is the most beautiful thing on this planet.  He sees three performances in two days.

Danielle knows he is taken with her beauty, and does allow him his natural feelings.  She is able to control the intensity of the relationship by controlling how often she will see him or be in contact with him.

He will be seeing her very often on Saturdays during the day.  He will be awarded some Saturday evenings, perhaps more than some.  He will hardly see her on Friday evenings and almost never on a Sunday, afternoons or evenings.  She prefers almost no phone calls.

Seneca is accepting of the plan.  Holding contact to that level will result in the lack of a strong emotional relationship.  However, the contact offered is enough for a loving and caring friendship.  They will be doing a cooking class together on Saturday, October 11, and he is excited about spending that time with her.  Seneca hates to cook, and his attendance at that class is evidence of her charm.  Maybe he’ll even learn to like cooking!

This class, and the hopefully future classes with her, are really about doing things with someone he cares for a great deal.  He is delighted!

Seneca is entranced by her soaring intelligence and her wonderful beauty and sexuality.  He is very happy that she is the adult in this relationship, and will not allow him to fall head-over-heels in love.  Their interests in Culture and the Arts do not seem to be similar, but identical.  To him, she’s the right girl!

All spirited young women are in one’s life but a fleeting moment.

That has been a hard lesson for him to learn.

Will his remaining days be of close friendships

of short duration

with spectacular women?

Do long relationships quench their fires?

Must they be free in order to be stunning?

Does he need the freedom they need?

Danielle will be headed home for Christmas vacation about mid-December.  That will most-likely be followed by a study session in one of the two coasts (Manhattan, LA) for the month of January.  Sooner or later, she will be studying writing in Los Angeles for a full semester.

Danielle will be going about her business

and her life.

She will allow Seneca to be a part of it,

ever so briefly.

He does feel honored!

He does feel lucky!

He is lucky!

Danielle and the Symphony

Rory Gory

Thursday Evening, October 9, 2008:

Danielle had a class cancelled, and she invited me to the Symphony tonight.  The invitation was timely, as I was having an Adriana meltdown.  I really needed to be with Danielle.

She is poured into skin-tight black slacks.  Her tight black shirt is of the material that begs to be touched.  She looks like a young rocker, and the young rockers were the crowd with whom she’d been hanging out.  I pretend to be unaffected by her look.

When I first glimpse her tall and slender figure, I notice a flap of her shirt pocket flying up, her hair a little messed, and her lack of makeup (she doesn’t need any!).  She looks so vulnerable and cute!

Through June, when she returned home for the summer, she was immersed in the hard-edged rocker crowd.  That world includes wild sex and destructive drugs.  She did not partake, but she was exposed to that destruction and did experience the excitement of that lifestyle.

We do have  exposure to destructive lifestyles in common.

Perhaps I offer her someone who understands what’s going on inside of her, wants to talk to her about feelings, and who genuinely cares for her.  While highly attracted to her physically, I am willing to forego those pleasures.  Intimacy does not seem appropriate, probably because of the feelings within her that she’s working out.  Somehow it seems as if I cannot give her opinions which I believe to be true if I have the additional agenda of trying to secure her lovely body.

Of course, I get plenty from her already.  She makes me feel good!

She suggests sushi.  I expect young, hot chicks to want sushi, so I am not surprised.  As usual, I head to Sushi Wabi, as every hot chick loves the place.  We start with lemon-drop martinis and appetizers, and I order their incredible grilled tuna with fresh asparagus for my entree.  I brace myself to watch yet another hottie eat raw fish.  How do they do that?

Her dinner arrives.  It is simply a bowl of dead fish, uncooked.    What is it about this stuff that so entices young girls and makes them so sexy?  I just don’t get it.

Danielle may indeed be my match.  She finds herself to be squeamish about eating the stuff, but I don’t find out until after the Symphony.  She eats the dead, raw flesh reluctantly, and it may have given her stomach some distress.  I wish I would have known so I could have bought her a regular meal to replace what arrived.  She is not a complainer.

Tonight we are seeing:

Bruckner – Symphony No. 5
Chicago Symphony Orchestra
Jaap van Zweden, Conductor

 

 

In her invitation to me, she writes:

“Bruckner is a romantic struggling against dark forces- sounds just up our alley, no?”

How does a 21-year-old know so much about Bruckner?  I am not dealing with an equal, but a superior.

 We both enjoy the performance.

I am 6′1″ in bare feet, maybe a hair taller in shoes.  In the lobby after the show, she is looking slender and elegant in her black outfit and heels.  Her beautiful blue eyes are almost at my eye-level, and I do love looking at them. 

After the performance, we decide to head to Rhapsody located right around the corner for drinks.  We start with a sweet women’s drink (she likes my feminine side, okay?) and I soon move to a Quinta do Noval 10 year Tawny Port.

We order the Chocolate Symphony consisting of Warm Chocolate Lava Cake, Chocolate Raspberry
Praline Cake, White Chocolate Covered Raspberry Lollipop, & Grape Truffles.  We add the delicious cheese plate consisting of nine International Artisanal Cheeses served with Caramelized Walnuts, Arrope, Pecan-Raisin Bread & Sliced Baguette.  How does she stay so slender?

We talk non-stop.  We cannot get enough time together.  She is so intelligent, so sexy, and so compatible that I am willing to settle down with her while she remains in town.  She fulfills my need to be with a woman.  I will continue to see Chloe once a week, as Chloe was there for me when no one else was. 

Danielle tells me that I fulfill her need to be with a man.

Wow!

Did she mean that?

I still have a strong passion for Adriana, but she and I are no longer in contact. 

Danielle gives me Hope.  

Danielle has shown me that I can get very excited about another woman.

She has shown me that a terrific and exciting woman can choose to be with me on a regular basis.

We seem to be very good for one another

and highly supportive of the other.

Danielle and Chloe leave about December 17,

Chloe forever,

Danielle for about six weeks.

I’ll get through that somehow.