2002-10-04 - 10:39 a.m.
Madison, the finest woman I've ever met, my summer flame, to coin a phrase used in nearly every film from the 1980s... the best thing that's every happened to me, has walked out of my life.
Returning home from work late last night, expecting my usual loving facial licks and excited sneezes of welcome, I found only an empty, cold apartment.
I hear she's now sleeping with a lesbian and living with a fashionista in the Lower East Side. Somewhere along the line Madison decided she was too hoity-toit for my low-brow Jersey City ilk.
The worst is I know where I went wrong. All day long I would lead her on and butter her up with snuggles, kisses, and groping, but when it came time to disrobe I would bar her from enetering my bedroom. I was waiting. I wanted it to be special.
I am a single man once again. Look out women of New York. The tigers are loose and the circus is back in town.
