I have been protecting my eternal bachelor status for years. My job in the military wasn't safe for me, much less a family, so it was just easier not to start one. I'm second-guessing that since laying eyes on a curvy raven-haired goth singer in a sleazy run-down jazz club. Her voice is like a siren call, and my heart is finally ready to listen. I can't help wondering if all the obstacles in my way is karma telling me I waited too long. Cupid's aim is better than mine, and I'll die before giving her up now. That is if the head-strong stubborn woman lets me.
