Sian

 My love life is definitely looking up.
Well... the odd little man I sometimes talk to at the library kissed me, yesterday.
I'm not entirely sure whether he's actually homeless, or just nuts.  He always tells me about his kids, and whatever jobs he's applied for (he never actually gets jobs, just appplies for them.)  It can be entertaining;  he has his own homespun philosophy, and if you let him, he can go on for hours.
So, yesterday, he came over to say hello, and kissed me on the cheek.
He's about 65 years old, missing several of his front teeth, and not all that much taller than I am.  He looks a like a scrawny little two-legged goat.  Damn near the most harmless-looking thing I've ever seen.  Always smells like cigarettes and Colt 45, but I've never seen him drunk.
You know the type.
Always seems like I have a few people like that around.  People who interest me; people who are willing to sit under my microscope and be dissected. 
You have to.

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