I’d like to preface this by filling in a little history, here. You see, my preceding two “successful” relationships came about when the woman pursued me; not the other way around. So when we had to be pretty much face-to-face to hear each other over the music at The Hubba Hubba Revue show, well I just kind of went with what I was feeling; albeit nervously, clumsily, and with some hesitation. And then, I guess, so did Yesenia.

     Long time readers, and close personal friends, are all in the know, here; love is not exactly my strongest suit. As of the publishing of this comic I’m two days from my 44th birthday and only now do I think – after some colossal fuck ups – I have a handle on this whole love thing. You see, I think love boils down to this:

     So, as I told her, the more she’s been sharing her life’s stories with me, the more my fondness for her – my adoration – and my desires for her have been finding their way to a middle ground. It’s not there yet, but it’s getting damn close.

     And then came the scare tactics.

     Yeah, I got nuthin’. I thought it was usually the guy who broke out the spooky stories when the girl said she had feelings…? Eh, she’s an interesting balance of guy thoughts and girl thoughts; again, why I’m where I am. Which is to say square one, again, I suppose.

     On an aside, yes; we are both burlesque fans. If you are, and if you’re ever in the San Francisco area, you should totally check out a show put on by The Hubba Hubba Revue; which usually does shows at The DNA Lounge, or their cabaret shows at The Uptown.

     If Yesi can ever convince herself to get up on stage like she says she wants to, she’d make one heck of a performer. Hell, I offered to make it a sexy ballroom number for the two of us. Yep, thought about getting up there myself, once or twice.