Slowie uses his head.

"On Tuesday evening after work I found myself in bed with someone."

"Ok."

"What?"

"I just said Ok."


"I didn't want to be alone."


"I didn't say anything."

"He was a gentleman."

"What constitutes that?"

"Oh with the questions now?"


"Sigh."

"What do you mean 'what constitutes it?'"

"How can you determine if a guy is a gentleman. And I mean you?"

"He could string a series of paragraphs together with out saying 'Um' plus he held my hair back while I was giving him head. "

"Please tell me it wasn't in the car."

"I'm not a trollop."

"I see."

"I truly believe that finding a good man is like a safari; you have to strap on your pith helmet and rumble across a desert absorbing the incredible uncomfortable ride--you know? After awhile, I believe it slowly becomes tolerable--or you begin to forget you're in the desert." She said sitting still for a moment. "You just stop thinking about it."


"I'm not sure a Chan Buddhist could have put it any better."