I had a farm in Africa

OK, I admit it.

Alison got to me. Early on, I asked her where the Island Of Single, Smart, Attractive, Non-Neurotic Women was located. She replied that she lived alone on the Island Of Single, Smart, Charmingly-Neurotic Women, and I was heartened.

She met someone else.

That happens.

I get to start over. Maybe there are promising women in Chicago or St. Louis... there sure as fuck are none here.

I think about that scene in Out Of Africa, where the wife of the new governor of the territory comes in in 1920 and admits to Issak Dinesen, "I'm sorry I won't know you."

Alison, maybe we will know each other someday.