I remember the exact moment I fell in love with Heidi.
I looked up from brushing my teeth to find her standing in the doorway of my bathroom clad only in toe- nail polish and holding a bottle of my favorite beer.
Love, it seems to me, is fraught with perilous events, things over which we feel we have very little control, but are somehow propelled toward, which is why I think men try so hard to avoid it. I learned this first-hand when I became engaged to Heidi some 14 years ago. My decision to become engaged was actually brought on by a “discussion” that occurred the night before I proposed. Heidi and I don’t have fights; we have “discussions”—and the discourse to which I refer was our first since I started seeing her. Continue reading
I, myself have a number of vices. Some suggest they are harmless, near typical activities for an adult male my age. Others find them repugnant and offer a scolding rebuke behind my back. I drink too much. I carry a pistol. I frequently discuss so-called unpatriotic ideals such as Texas secession from the union. Admittedly, such things can hardly be compared to other less socially acceptable activities such as using heroin—but they certainly can promote antisocial and unlawful behavior when they are not properly controlled by the practitioner. 
