I Met Heather

Some time ago, I met someone named Heather.

This is — was — a beautiful, sexual poly woman. And she had her pick of men; what she said to her (hunky) husband about which of all the men she wanted was “I want Tom!” That’s what she told me, she told him — that was the story.

We dated for a while, and my instability and crazi-tude eventually torpedo’ed it. But to this day, I carry that compliment: “I want Tom!”

She did — for a while, anyway.

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