My friends have gotten tired of hearing me talk about how dreadful it is to be single. One of my friends S. (who has four children and a mortgage) suggested that I take over looking after his kids while *he* wakes up with a hangover next to a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels and photos of a wild party and the younger sister of one of my work colleagues (Hi M!). Another friend, R, asked me why I don't frequent the singles bar scene. I replied that I'm looking for a sun-drenched wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss, a heart touching romance and a soul companion -- not some sordid meaningless fling. He sagely nodded his head and voiced his hopes that I enjoy the rest of my long life looking forward to dying alone...