Just a Whisper
Here I am today, a single father with not much time to himself. The ex takes Cleo every other weekend, and that seems to be the only time I can get out to play. Not looking for anything serious, I would usually look over the CraigsList personals. Then those went away, leaving me in a bit of a dry spell. The bar scene sucked, it was usually full of young 20 somethings or a bunch of old farts who should have been playing bingo instead of singing karaoke. That didn’t last long. So, I spent most...