
Sogamy- serial monogamy.
There’s no reason this neword should sound so much like sodomy. Except maybe that we are all animals. To quote the immortal words of Bloodhound Gang- only because my son listened to this song so repetitively when he was that age that it’s ingrained in the membrane- You and me baby ain’t nothin’ but mammals, so let’s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel.
In certain (toxic?) bachelor circles, to admit to monogamy as a goal is to admit to something shameful. What- not be a poon hound when not in wedlock (lock being the operative word for this crowd)? UnAmerican! Stop being a- well, word that rhymes with stussy.
But I digress. Again.
Some of us SBs have trouble with the B part of Sudden Bachelor. We don’t see bachelorhood as a goal but rather as a condition.
The sudden part can suck too, like having your clothes ripped off on a cold night, outside in the dark, and then someone turns the headlights of their pickup truck right on you and you are surrounded by dozens of your now-former friends and lovers on the high school field, yes, back on the high school field, then the flood lights around the field all go on with a huge noise like a pop as if in preparation for the game, and you are standing butt naked- or is it buck naked? You are standing there, your breath forming frosty clouds in front of you which you wish would turn into thick smoke so you could vanish.
Well, anyway, bottom line some of us like or need to be in a relationship that lasts longer than a night. We go for serial monogamy. Continue reading


