tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844338.post-1162519550570354642006-11-02T20:52:00.000-05:002006-11-02T21:08:12.403-05:002006-11-02T21:08:12.403-05:00When a man you love, because he is your <a href="http://www.cineclub.de/images/2003/06/hero_01.jpg">HERO</a>, asks you to go to a <a href="http://nyjournal.squarespace.com/journal/2006/6/20/roberts-steakhouse.html">steakhouse</a> in town, the name of which you do not <a href="http://newyork.citysearch.com/profile/39932158/new_york_ny/penthouse_executive_club.html">recognise,</a><br />do not, my dear, dear friends, do not under any circumstances go. <br /><br />Whilst loss has been something with which I have been able to deal with on multiple levels of late, I hate to lose my illusions more than anything (except perhaps members of staff that look good in tight pants). <br /><br />A trip to said above-mentioned steakjoint will leave you vacuous and yearning for the days when all you had to do was stare into a dreamy pair of dark brown eyes on top of 6'5 of brawn and just dream.mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09424176903806243424noreply@blogger.com