Wackiest moment of the day:
Getting schmoozed by an Italian who once convinced he had me reeled in quoted the following lines from "Caressing Skin"
‘My anticipation.
Sliding languidly up this painted face,
like bitter kisses caressing skin.’
In the immortal words of Monty Python sayeth I to Nik and my roommate, "Runaway, runaway."
Rule 1: You don’t impress me by quoting my poetry (no matter how great) via icq.
Rule 2: When you quote lines like the above, you really do give mixed signals, and since I’m not in the mood for entanglement with middleaged balding men from Italia, the answer is no.