Sometimes when you are looking for love it gets all tangled up with sex in the same way you sometimes find yourself in a dark place fumbling for a light switch. In an empty warehouse, sex glows like a jewel on black velvet. Love is another thing. Love cannot bloom in the darkness.
Though my adventures with the men in warehouses have faded, the embers of memories will glow forever. I have been with two different fellows in the warehouses where they worked. The first one lived in a warehouse. He had a loft way up in the corner of a cement factory. He was an inventor that designed and built a big machine that added filler to cement. He and his partner marketed it and had made lots of money. The company was still thriving when I met them, but there was trouble too.