would likely be so intoxicated that she'd be a plausible candidate to aspirate on her own vomit, in which case I might be keen to have her expire off the premises: one hates to spend the weekend on depositions at the county coroner's office. So yes, I'd send her on her way. Although I've attempted to remain halfway presentable, I've become the Invisible Man with respect to fertile young women, and this is as it should be. Of course, were I to cash in one of the larger occasional lottery jackpots, I do not doubt that my many fine qualities would become apparent to at least a segment of this demographic—probably somewhere on the spectrum of cynicism between extreme ultraviolet and gamma rays (or am I too optimistic here?).

cordially,