Kissing Ass?

I have been chastised about going on and on about that gym I belong to Equinox and the members in it. Some say that I am just kissing ass. Maybe I am but that’s not my intention. I do it because I like to make people feel good and if that’s kissing ass than so be it. Writing about people makes me feel good too and some of my critics tell me I have no one to talk to so that is why I write about members at the club. There’s an element of truth to that because for all my gregariousness I am a free spirit, a lone wolf and a solitary man. I have never let anyone get close to me ever since the death of my sister Carol in 1969. Her passing left me confounded in the handling of any relationship.  I am however trying to change that little by slowly. This year in particular some of my friends have invited me to breakfast and dinner and into their homes so I must be changing. In the past I would have declined but now I don’t like to say no because it just makes me feel like I belong.

I used to take pride in the fact that most people didn’t “get me” but now as I let my defenses down and become less obscure I am attracting more humans into my life. God has blessed me with charisma but also with the chains of being enigmatic. That albatross kept me from getting close with my non-romantic relationships. And with a little help from Hercules I am bustin’ loose link by link.