I am beginning to doubt the realistic longevity of a permanent coupling with a woman. Having spent an evening with four supposedly attached young ladies, all seemed dangerously prepared to stray.

Granted, there was no proof that this was more than just drunken fooling about. However, putting modesty aside, I’m prepared to claim that several kisses exceeded acceptable bounds. If I was their other half I wouldn’t be that impressed…

Which of course I’m not. Because I’m a sad single man.