But alas, I failed to convince Edgar to run away with me.
And, of course, you can do math about this. If there is something that has been described, then some nerd has done math about it. Our civilization is built on this principle.
Well, I hate to have Main Character Syndrome and assume that everything is about me, but it sure smells that way, doesn’t it?
“What can I say? He came and swept me off my feet at the right time. I was—“
She interrupted, “Lonely and horny in the middle of nowhere. But there’s no way he swept you off your feet.”
That’s my secret: I’m always sweating.
My intention was to get the hell out of Dodge with my man on my arm, but my man wasn’t fully convinced so I settled for a vacation.