I once knew a woman named Martha. I called her Susan because she reminded me of a woman named Janet. I loved her like I love a Jennifer named Stephany. Also, I’ve made restaurant reservations for tonight. It’ll be dinner for two at a table with six chairs. I’ll ask out five women on a date, with the assumption that four might reject me. Dinner for two with six people is more fun with five yeses. If John Elton calls, tell him I’m not dyslexic, and sorry for calling him Elton John. I’m one jet engine short of being Rocket Man.