Whoosh!

Did you hear that? That, my friends, is the sound of that great, unexplained phenomenon called The Blow-Off.

That's right. Frenchy's gone. He left Sunday and told me to call him later. I left him a message and there was no response. I tried one last time this past Sunday and still no response. Who knows what happened?

I'm not too broken up about it. And I'm not swearing off men. Not that I'm exactly "on the hunt," but I don't give up.