Why Are You Still Alone?
The young Taiwanese woman beside me on the flight home wanted to ask me a question, “Why are you still alone?” It appears that the Taiwanese woman had a bunch of compatriots henpeck in the aisles of Eva Air. Another gracious Thai masseur asked me that same question. I don’t know. My ex-wife took my daughters in San Antonio. I fulfilled my duty: I travelled down there to hell, one week per month. My ex-girlfriend was pissing me off bad time. I had a female housemate but… yeah. I threw a temper tantrum right after she wouldn’t get up to do her sink full of pans…