Mr October

Whoever said no man is an island never heard of Madagascar or the Galapagos.
Any man can be an island. In fact, the more remote the island the more exotic the inhabitants tend to be. The sun shines , waves lap at the shore and paradise exists.
Visitors bring with them all the trappings of touristic curiosity.
Mr. October broke free of the mainland some time ago.
He found it fascinating that nobody seemed to go to a singles club alone.
As a wall flower he blossomed. The sap rose and his nectar began to attract those who wished to drink.
He developed a taste for dipping his fingers in the honeypot and learned through bitter experience never, ever, to lick the pot entirely clean. After all an empty jar is nothing more than an empty jar.
Honey like broccolli is on sale everywhere, and vegetables are out of season in October.
But a sweet tooth needs regular dental care.
On his last visit to the dentist the twenty-three year old receptionist 'offered' her personal telephone number. All from a smile and a few well chosen words. Who says an old dog and new tricks can't lay down together.
In fact a fifty two year old dog can display some pretty remarkable 'old' tricks when his dander is up. A young inexperienced pup can be a very receptive learner.
All this from the solitude of a sofa.
Things have a habit of changing.
October never remains forever.