One can only tolerate the absolute idiocy of Man for so long before bringing out the bat.
At some point, our lips met and it was perhaps the most wonderful thing I’d ever experienced. And truly, I guess there wasn’t just one kiss, but several. A polite frenzy. A mass migration of delicate wildebeest kisses. I remember them as one transcendent event, though.
It’s a tricky business, nurturing that aura of unapproachability.