I'm not much of a giggler. I haven't been since I was a boy. I chuckle. I sometimes titter. But I rarely if ever giggle.

Tonight I'm staying in a hotel. A swankish francophilic hotel called Sofitel. After checking in, donning the robe, and unpacking, I ordered a little dinner. The very friendly gent that took the order repeatedly referred to me using the salutation "doctor."

I'm not a doctor, though it has been suggested I should receive an honorary doctorate in lovemaking and not only by me. Perhaps it's because I'm not a doctor that I cannot describe the thrill of being called doctor. I found it overwhelming. So much so that I actually giggled on the phone to the room service guy.

Light posting Thursday, if any, but I never really loved you anyway.

Analogcabin @ 10:32 PM
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