Heartbreaker.

A jetsetting friend called me recently, in a conversation and in jest, a heartbreaker.

A traveller, calling me a heartbreaker. A compliment, from a talkshow host. Sure, I'd been called that every now and then and he could have been charming at the time - but this time it made me consider the context.

Isn't there always one in every country, every trip?

That one that makes you look forward to going out? I know the feeling. And yes it is like that. Lest anyone gets condemned for being adulterous in choice and/or sight - thank God for choices, eh?

There are enough smart, sensible and sexy people in the world so that every smart, sensible, sexy moron will have the second chance to get it right. Even when they're aiming - or not aiming - to get it wrong the first twelve times.

There are so many jetsetters lately. I wonder if they are ever heartbroken by the beautiful ones ever so representative of That Place. Do things ever get said, due to perceived futility?

I think... For once I think too much, at an hour too early. I'll see the doctor when it gets brighter.