Well, ladies. It’s nearly that time of year.
The time we’ve all been waiting for.
The time we’ve all been anticipating with little drool cups attached to the sides of our catatonically impaired mouths.
That’s right: In a mere two months, the Six Month Period of Rory Blyth Self-Imposed Monkdom is going to end. Yeah. BAM!
Uh-huh.
But, before I go anywhere near your baby-ejection-seat, I have to make sure there’s a plan in place to handle the huge demand that we all totally know is going to pop up when The Lover becomes available. The last thing I want on the Big Day is to see a line going out of my apartment and wrapping around the building six times, populated by teh beautiful ladies with long faces, waiting for their chance to ride in the Rory Rodeo. I remember what it was like to wait in line to see E.T., and there’s no way I’m going to do that to my shiznitches.
So, I’ve got a program in place that’s designed to keep the duration of your visit with me short, making it possible for everybody to get a turn.
I call it “Three Minutes of Heaven For Me and Bus Fare For You, Baby.”
I even made a little card for you to present at the door:

Cut this out with safety-scissors. I don't want you showin' up all finger-missin' 'n whatever.
Starting in July, I’ll be open for business Monday through Friday from noon until 8:00 PM. After that I’m going to relax and watch some Stargate while sipping brandy.
Also, remember to get your card punched each visit. After the twelfth, you get a free sandwich.