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Stopping Romance Cold Turkey — The Faux Louvre pg253
Colorful companion to my memoir The Incompetent Psychic
I knew better than to fall into that weird state of daffy infatuation that always marked the beginning of so many questionable choices. But I could give it one more time to see what developed. I even bought nicotine patches. Dating was a rare thing by now. I suspected I had become pickier than was advisable for your average fifty-year old gal who wouldn’t mind a gentleman caller now and then.
But again I had snagged a dud and sure enough, he dumped me two days before the New Years party. I had spread a truckload of rabbit manure into the veggie garden on a foggy day. Ed offered to help dig it in. That surprised me as he seemed more cerebral than chore-oriented.
Ed started a bizarre fight about soil bacteria and left for good — just another angry dude walking away. I stood there with a stupid expression, a shovel, a pile of bunny poop and a New Years resolution. No more. Mercifully it stuck. I celebrated by ripping off the nicotine patch. — From Chapter 14
Overlapping the reality of me with, And they lived happily ever after has been a lifelong attempt to merge the science of biology with a fairy tale. Many couples manage to do this, and it’s an amazing feat when a relationship succeeds…
