My Love Life�
In 1988 I became romantically entangled with Rita Hayworth. The relationship was difficult, to say the least, compounded by two negative factors, the one being her continual absence in my life on all but the shortest of encounters and the other that she was a good 50 years my senior, and possibly dead. Still, I have always believed that love knows no boundaries, and our relationship reflected this, and my struggles with reality during a difficult time. I had just begun my career in the Seychellian intelligence forces, and was pretty high on myself. The turbulent relationship ended when my distractions turned to a young girl in my life with whom I had come to spend a lot of time with over the years, and eventually a relationship transferral was completed.
Being a family rigidly entrenched in the caste system, I was never to make peace with her family. After a sword fight in which I almost slayed her father, I decided that my love was causing too much grief and forcibly ended the affair. A series of Italian lingerie models followed, and they brought great comfort to my troubled mind.
Rita, above, pensively thinking about her Jeff.
LOVE
More recently, my life met with some excitement as I started seeing an Australian bird named Rachael. After weeks of eating banana slices off each other's bodies on the beaches of Thailand, we decided it was time to get to know one another. Nowadays I am mostly devoted to the sexiest woman alive, George W Bush. No, not the US presidential candidate, silly!
I have always had the desire to become involed with a highly intelligent artifical android woman, and with technology advancing at the snail's pace it is, perhaps I might get the chance yet.