I am, generally speaking, a nice guy. Sensitive, thoughtful, funny, that sort of thing. All in all I’m one of the most harmless folks you’ll ever meet.

Except, of course, when my brain goes into its occasional fits of thoughtlessness and I bust out with some utterly stupid act that costs me dearly. Usually the cost is measured in lost respect or lost opportunity or even just lost money… but every so often I pull something boneheaded enough to cost me a relationship.

I did just that yesterday. I’ve lost Heather as a friend.

Sorry, but I’m not going to go into details other than to say nobody was physically harmed and that it involved a breach of trust.

So, this makes two important relationships I’ve managed to scuttle in as many years. Springtime, even. I’ve got a great idea: How about I not go for three in a row?

Yeah, I know. I don’t hold out a lot of hope for me, either.