Something in any relationship is built to fail, like manufacturers of light bulbs make them last only so long. And generally to blow at bad moments, leaving you without light.
Relationships are like this, so too with relationships. He has himself blown more than a few.
And he sees with a sad clarity the tragic side to this inbuilt obsolescence in nature.
Anyway, tragic side or not, the attraction, a place to stay, whatever his cocktail waitress once had for him at the start of summer is over with the very first turning leaves of fall.
With the end of that summer, whatever had been was and is no more, and never will be again. Kind of, a light bulb fused. He heard the ping one morning, lying in bed, she by his side, trying. A bad moment to blow, like it usually was.
Ins and Outs on the Ups and Downs that include some Notes on the Cut, Thrust and Parry that is part of the Great Game--Sexual Politics. And encompassing too Single Men and Women and the Pleasures of Youth.
