The goal to have sex before I die was at the top of my list of my ambitions as a pubescent male. Now it's to accomplish what I see as other weightier things. I confess, though, that I do hope to continue having sex till the Grim Reaper claims me.

When that day comes, Polymirize, you and Bird have my blessing. She's pretty and she's a great cook. She is a little feisty, though, and the fact that she's so verbal makes winning arguments darn near impossible. You strike me as a man who's up to that challenge. She'll probably need supplementary oxygen in Andean elevations, which may be a drawback, but she speaks good Spanish, which'll be an advantage. Take good care of her.