Blogs were made for gloomsters, and in my particular case this evening, the "I wish I could have" middle aged male sob.

Put up with the heaving shoulders and chest, readers, it's worth it...for me that it is. Better out than in. Here it is, puking and mewling in the open air, documented for the first time: I wish I could have lived with someone.

To have been a participant in coupledom proper, where you buy a house together, you freshen it up, fret over paint schemes, bicker over furniture, worry where the throw rugs should go. The things that adults do. Things I've never done, never experienced.

There you go, one unfulfilled middle aged male sob.