i used to be a fun guy, really

i tell her,

holding her hand. you might

not believe this

but i used to be fun.

i used to like

to do things, go places,

enjoy life

in all its strange and wonderous

ways.

i'd be the first one on

the rollercoaster,

or to jump

out of a plane,

or to suggest Indian food

for dinner.

she looks at me,

and pulls her hand away.

really? she says.

so what happened?

where should i start, i tell

her.

Donna, Stacy,

or Dianne?