Count Your Women

I meet four women. We laugh and talk. Some of the stories we have heard forty times already. We laugh anyway. We are talking in two’s now. Which means the fifth is completely left out. Odd is always a “third wheel” with women, and girls. Trouble is, no matter how hard I plan to be in pairs Someone invariably conks out at the last second. Leaving us an odd number again. Making it a hard time for the wheel.