Click here, Big Louie says. I did. Hmmmmmmm …The problem with “click here” is you don’t always know what you’re going to get. Now, in my case it worked out fine. Very fine. Wonderfully fine …
I could go on forever, but you sure don’t want to hear all that stuff. But what if you click and get … Dracula or a little wizened up old man who just wants to sleep (not that I blame him, he’s just tired after all that clicking!) … or worse, a marvelously handsome, intelligent, successful guy who struts around waiting for you to admire him …
No, thanks, Big Louie, I’ll click … and make my own choice. The clicker works both ways, remember. Life really is a succession of choices. In spite of Big Louie and the song of the ages, a girl’s gotta use her head (and her eyes and her … um, desires) before she runs off with a guy with no visible future but all the dreams and ideas imaginable. Then she can take that stupid clicker and throw it in the trash.
No, I didn’t …
