Taciturnity

You got to be taciturn. Your new persona must be that of a strong silent type. The less you talk, the more mysterious you come across because nobody would no longer know what you think.

Vietnam is on fire and yet scumbags and assholes are amusing themselves with sex-related riddles. The coward conveniently forgot that he once professed indignation at a curse word used in a work of fiction. Now he is enjoying posting emails with double entendres about sex. A few weeks ago, he obliquely talked about vaginas while pretending to talk about the size of portholes of cruise cabins. What a disgusting hypocrite!

Today is Valentine's Day. Instead of receiving tender, loving words, you got expressions of ungracious sentiments which were better left ignored. You are going to relate a true story. An American man in late 30's, tall, smart, and quirky, met an illegal immigrant from Dominican Republic. He fell in love with her and put up a lot of money to fight the INS so she could stay. He had no success. She was deported. She tried to cross the border the second time. She was caught in Arizona, with a broken leg, dehydrated, and almost died. She spent two months in an Anerican hospital in Arizona. Her hospital bills were footed by Homeland Security. She was sent home after her recovery. She crossed the border the third rime and finally made it. She has been living with him for nine months in his house. I know he loves her. And I think she loves him. I am not so sure, but I am not going to be crass and tell him to be careful. I am going to be taciturn and mind my own business. Tonight, I am going to read a story about infiltration and deception which has nothing to do with love. Love is an overused word, especially on Valentine's Day.