On Good Reading...

I used to fantasize that someday on returning home, whether it be from work or a night out, a crush of mine would be waiting outside my apartment door for a visit. Before you go too far ahead of me, there's actually nothing sexual about this fantasy. It's just the love of good company. I still find it lamentable that I seem to be one of few guys today that date for good company, rather for conquest, but that's another story.  We'd head in, I'd pour her a drink perhaps, and we'd probably chat. Fairly simple.
Well, that's never happened. But today I got the next best thing. I got home and a book was waiting for me, right outside the door. A box of two fresh, new, ready to be read books.
I've decided that all my flings this summer are going to be literary. And at this point in my life, it would probably be more fulfilling emotionally anyway.