One Is The Loneliest Number

No, this isn’t a prelude to the Beatle’s Anthology of Hits – just a prelude to another issue demonizing me lately – that is – the state of loneliness.

For whatever reasons, the Christmas holiday season is just another big hurdle for me to get over. There’s something about the celebratory commercialism of the season and good will (ugh!) toward man that makes me want to shoot myself in the head. I know that because of the lack of a better, more fulfilling option, I’ll be forced to spend another holiday season preoccupied with lamenting past mistakes and lost friends; greater still, not being able to sip warm eggnog with a good woman, while making love in front of a roaring fire; worshipping her ‘Shakti’ with every sip we take, every tantric ritual performed.

So, what’s a guy to do? Yes, you guessed it – head for my local bar, El Villa. I’m driven to it, especially during holidays, because I know a smile and a cold beverage will always be there to greet me as I sit down. At that instant, I could ask for nothing more. I am familiar at El Villa, my name and preferences are known, it is a good welcoming feeling. El Villa for me is a refuge from the world where I can rest quietly in the cool darkness and listen to talk, gossip and general philosophizing on life by men and women that know it well. How quickly my loneliness is replaced with a warm acknowledgement of my existence. It is at these moments for me ‘one is not the loneliest number'.

Merry XMAS folks! May you and yours have a happy and fulfilling holiday season!

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