The Mystery Caller
I’ll admit it: the first six months after my divorce I was like a blind dog on Viagra , ready, willing, and able to jump on anything female. You see, I’d been married for almost 10 years to a good-looking but very uptight and very frigid woman; at 37, I was finally free and clear and happy. I was determined to have a good time, and I did. My childhood friend Stoney was also recently divorced. Together we hit every singles bar in Queens, Brooklyn, Staten Island, and most in Manhattan. We’d arrive together but almost every night, we’d leave separately. In the heart of winter, Stoney decided to have a Valentine’s Day Party at his house and invite only the best-looking women we could find. The night of the party, I put on my …