You Again!
The first time it was fine—two cavemen huddling for warmth—the Pleistocene, anything goes! And when we met again in Babylon, then Tikal, it began to feel like a gift from the gods. Then a centurion and a Christian in Rome—that was sexy. But Constantinople, Nanjing, Venice, Benin ... I can hardly keep track. To keep finding someone, falling in love—only to discover it was you again. It’s nice to be fated for each other, but don’t you find it a bit ... limiting? So when I found myself flirting with that tall man on the subway ... and later that telltale birthmark ... well ... I’m sorry, I can’t do it again. I’m sitting out this round. See you again, my love, sometime next century.
We need a break.
