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…