What can I tell you? It couldn't last forever. I'm talking about how fast things were moving between Vicky and I. She's asked to slow things down.
I guess that means we won't be getting married next Thursday.
It also means you'll be hearing a lot more from the Ken you know and love - you know, "old Ken", bitchy Ken.... Ken.
Now, things aren't terrible. We're not breaking up... I don't think. If we were, then you'd really have a great big ball of despair to chew on. Right now, it's just an appetizer.
More to come...