re-consideration

She thinks she can live without men. She really does. She’s had a husband. She’s had a few lovers, after the divorce, of course. But she wonders whether it’s worth all the trouble, anymore. After all, she has learned to care for herself, in more ways than the one. She has a job. She has friends. She has ways to make certain that frustration doesn’t become unmanageable (as long as the batteries remain charged). So, why go through it – the lobbying; the posturing; the angling; toilet seat up, the belching, the farting, the ESPN, for God’s sake? Life is too short to navigate through all that, again. Been there; done that. Then, again, the new guy in receivables has a nice smile and a nice ass, and she has caught herself thinking: let’s go over this, one more time, just to be sure.