the side note

A friend of mine bumped into Don Juan the other day and it seems that he can't figure out why I'm not interested. The ick factor is just too high and my ick rating for him was confirmed when I learned that while I was stealthily avoiding his calls, he was bedding a blond israeli friend of mine who had no idea of Don and my earlier dalliances. Here humour sneaks in as I keep picturing Don Giovanni and the floor opening to swallow him up for cockiness and indiscretions. I don't mind though. It's not that Don Juan will ever be an object of my affections. I'm glad he's having fun and not with me.