And there's the return to the circus, for a short time only I tell myself (and them), and the insanity resumes...
The Nephew, he's been on a tear, since breaking up with his girlfriend the nights have gone into the morning, blurring with his shifts, waking up in strange beds with stranger women, showing us candid photos he's snapped of their asses, tattoo: "Your Name Here", written on the top, he's nothing if not classy. And as if in a mind to break from the non-stop party he fills in his time at work updating his online personal profile. He's hammed it up quite well, he likes museums and good food, theater, pets, he's a regular cultural aficionado, enjoys romantic walks and describes himself as a social drinker and trying to quit smoking (to be fair, there's no "alcoholic" option), he's showing it to me on his phone, airbrushed glossy photos of him lying unshaven in downy white sheets, him out with the talking waiter from work, only, only he seems to be getting a lot of texts from men...
And now, in front of me he's discovering that for relationships he's been searching the "man for man" portion of the site, damn, now it all makes sense, these men that keep texting him... he's curiously oblique about the number of dates he's had but now it's time for him to ignore me as he repairs his profile...