"What are you going to do, sit and watch TV? Come on," she said, "lets enjoy this place, before we fly back to reality."It was a good argument, and I ...ell for it.Joan took me, by cab, to a shabby old cocktail lounge about 4 miles away. "One of the other girls told me about it," she said. When we got there, the throb of dance music could be heard out on the sidewalk. A sign on the door advertised a Dubstep DJ, whatever that is.Turns out Joan is a tequila girl. I had what she was having — a. She is always there for you, urging you to do new things, encouraging you when you need it. She is the shining light in the darkness that would otherwise subsume you.You return home from work. You’re exhausted. It has just been one of those days when nobody is happy about anything. All you would like to do is relax on the couch with a drink until you fall asleep. Several drinks. Many drinks.You walk in the front door. “Heya, gorgeous, I’m home.”Silence greets you.Oh, right. It’s a Wednesday,. On learning that Jane was actually a 'proper man' despite her stunningly attractive womanly appearance he immediately offered to marry them 'properly' in hischurch. A quick chat with his bishop determined that there were no legal impediments to the union for it was actually a proper union of one man to one woman. Everybody in the gay village felt it would be an important step along the road to liberality. The marriage was entirely legal even though it would be an entirely gay and. Ten good hard stokes and she was coming, I followed two stokes later."I must go, Carl will be wondering where I am," she said pulling her dress over her head. Carl was the guy she dumped me for."Ok," I said feeling down now that she was leaving, "please call again soon." Of course," she said, and kissed me on the forehead.I was alone again, even sadder if anything, now that Clare had visited me. My bed was full of her smell and I knew she was not coming back to me. I slept, suddenly tired,.