My inbox is flooded with letters from ex-lovers and boyfriends. I don't know if this is a coincidence--due to the phase that the moon is in, or the fact that as a Leo I am in an exceptionally good and powerful planetary place right now--or because they've been reading my webpage.

Because they've been reading my webpage, and like birds of prey spotting a limping speck on the desert floor, they are circling for the kill. They say vaguely suggestive things. Not rude or presumptuous, just enough to let me know that they're free. Wink, wink, say no more, say no more! In three days, I've gotten six of them.

I would like to think that this is because of some sentimental reason; perhaps a fond memory of me was stirred as they realized my birthday had just passed. Or perhaps they had an epiphany. As the season wanes, they are realizing that--like the light of summer--our lives grow shorter each day. They realize that We should seize every opportunity for happiness. They understand now the mistake they made in letting me slip away.

I would like to think that.

But I think it has more to do with the fact that, at this moment, I look like an easy target. I just wanted to take this moment to say (generally of course, and not directed at anyone in particular), that if you thought I was damaged goods, you are sorely mistaken. Quite the opposite--right now, if you wanted to make it into my heart, you'd have to use a battering ram.

Of course, odds are, they're not trying to make it into my heart.