While spending the day with my sister it occured to me that I talk about the men in my life constantly. If you are a regular reader, you might not be surprised by this. And it’s mostly because I think of the men in my life constantly. Am I obsessed? I analyze, wonder, evaluate, hope. It’s only when they aren’t available to me, though. I think. Did I constantly talk about Miul when there was only him? Might have to check.