"Okay," Tom said, "the rules of the game is simple, we go around in a circle and everyone takes turns to give a single sentence and we shall tell a story. Kapiche?"

They mostly murmured their agreement, including those who weren't too big on the game, they didn't hate it enough to disagree.

And so Stevie started it off rather unimaginatively.

"Tom was at the airport."

"It had been a long time, and he was waiting for someone." Stacy, confident as usual.

"He was missing his....girlfriend?" offered Darcy hesitantly.

"He spotted his girlfriend Dawn, and they hugged."

"They held each other tightly and kissed passionately, he moved his deft fingertips up and down her back, feeling her shift and twist delightfully underneath his touch.."

"Thats....not...cool Tom." Stevie said after the unnatural silence.

"Thats it I'm out of here." Stacy exclaimed, rubbing her temples and strode out.

They all filed out slowly with Tom still on the floor. Darcy, the last one turned and looked at him,

"Tom you creep."

And she slammed the door, leaving him in there.

He stared at it for a few seconds, and called out "Hey what did I do."

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.