Dionysus.....er, no.

God of wine, pleasure, festivity, madness and wild frenzy.

“Mark, why are all your friends intelligent women?”

I laughed, “and beautiful” I added.

“well, mostly” she said (being one of them).

I laughed again.

Now the question is lodged in my head. Is it true? Of course, I do have other friends. Male friends, Idiot friends, Casual and lifelong friends but where do I seek my counsel? Where do I go when it’s falling apart? Or when I have joy and love to give?…….. To them.

Ha!

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder but they are all goddesses to me. Without them, I definitely wouldn’t be who I am(is that a good thing?).

I’ll let my ego kick in for 5 minutes. Seeing myself like Dionysus with a horde of crazed, fevered female followers all wanting a piece of me, to the point of ripping me apart with lust and wanting.

Prat.

More like the exact opposite. Me following them like a lost puppy. Begging for constant justification of my existence. Clawing for them to give me purpose. Hoping they will tell me to what to do next.

So. There it is. I’m a weak, weak man. Still, there are worst ways to be.

People assume I listen to no one with a silent, evil plan I allow only the chosen few to see.

Now you know the truth.

So, I raise a glass to you girls. For better or worse. You maketh the man you see before you.

X.