Adorability

I'm in what is becoming my de facto (non-local) local, and I've spent the last hour or so completely entranced by a totally lovely boy. He and his family have just left, after what seems to have been a birthday meal for one of their number, and I have no doubt that I'll never see him again - another 'ghost' - but his beauty, as in the case of so many of his predecessors, has left me happy-sad, happy to have been relatively close to him - twenty feet or so close, at least - but achingly sad that he, or anyone like him, could never be mine. I've written in the past about how my attractions are like a life sentence without hope of parole. Tonight has just reiterated that sentiment.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B