Any cops, I thought, looking around nervously. I’m jaywalking, but I don’t care. I have to meet Klara for our ‘lunch date’ over pizza. She just walked away after I bared my soul to her last night. I just hope she still came to meet. She’s there! So, her men-hating calvacade didn’t show! Excellent, this is going better than I planned. “Hey Klara the kleptomaniac,” I said, hoping that some act of God, or the normal false pretenses, made her forget what I said.

“Hey, tubby,” she shot back. “I was in the doldrums, so instead of blowing my brains out and ending the suffering, I decided to show. Now I’m unsure which was wiser.” Ouch. Well, I better get to the point and explain away. “Look, I’m sorry for kissing you, for saying all that last night. You know I’m still reeling over-” she kissed me! Deep and passionately. Felt like… I don’t know. “I said, ‘I don’t know’, not no.”