Okay, so, I'm a lucky guy, generally. This is just a natural advantage, so far as a I can tell; I lack any kind of religion or spirituality, so I doubt I'm getting help from on high. When people ask me about my luck, I usually make some flippant comment about Lady Luck liking a man with a pierced tongue.

Essentially, my life is full of coincidence, serendipity, and all that good stuff. Things often seem to happen when I most need them too. Occasionally, though, things go a little the other way.

Last night I spent with a lovely young lass, who I have been friends with for some time. She spent the night.

My most recent ex, who gave me my walking papers a month or so ago, was standing in my hallway when I got out of the shower this morning. She needed a shirt, which of course, most of her stuff still being at my place, was in my room.

I'm not sure if she saw who was there. She definitely knew someone was. I'm not even entirely certain why I care - she did, after all, recently dump me for another guy, and honestly, I wish them luck, I was tired of her shit anyway - but it just seems a bad jumping off point. I'm not certain things are going anywhere with this other young lady. I've been single only a short while, and was planning to remain so for some time. But regardless of that, we are friends, and so I care about her, and don't wish to soil her reputation nor put her out of favour with anyone else.

In short, luck was not with me this morning, and I find myself missing my luck as a toddler would miss their blanky. It comforting, familiar, and always seems to make things better... when it is around.