My rational, logical human mind starts to crumble down into clumps of spliced atoms, protons, and neutrons misfiring in all directions that is scientifically termed as 'impaired synapses'.
Maybe a nano-sized Wonkie Enterprise ship flew into my head one night when I was deep in slumber next to Ms. Wonka and I woke up with this mysterious disease called "MLC". Who knows!
The walls I've erected around my relationship with Ms. Wonka starts to come down when I began to foolishly talk about "problems" with Ms. Wonka and I was fishing for a way to get out of it. Talking to women here and there. At a subconscious level, I think that I was seeking some type of escape from my own MLC-induced misery. Previously, I was very protective of Ms. Wonka and only spoke of her in glowing terms in our circle of friends. Mind you....the fog in 1999 was not as heavy as it was in 2002. More like a spray from the garden hose that kids run and jump over in the backyard.
Our sex life started to drop but not yet reached an alarming level. Intimacy was present but not at the levels prior to May 1999. I was engaged in every day life activities and carried out my responsibilities.
Outwardly I appeared 'normal' in every category: emotional, mental, memory-wise, sexually. However, there were some hiccups along the way.
