Off with his head!

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Well, okay, just the fuzzy part of it.  Well, the fuzzy lower part of it.  Yes, I shaved the mutton chops.  I looked at the remainder, the mustache, but that would not do for how I think I should look.  No, off with his... facial hair.  I haven't seen that guy in months!  Still ugly, but more recognizable!  I had to have fun with the title, being that I am continuing my debate with womenfolk from my past, somehow.  And... I keep getting the feeling that "Off with his head!" is a reverberation from the 'chat'.

I do remember discussions with my last lady about right, wrong, winning, losing, and such.  As I said, I had stacks of quarters from hundreds of bets I won (even with her pilfering them to hide her shame, and pay her parking *grins*... yeah, babe, I knew).  I think she won... three times?  Seriously.  And it wasn't just on whether George Washington, whether truly seriously or not, was offered a crown... but whether hunters are good for wildlife, whether gun control saves lives and cuts crime, and on and on.  The woman was wrong every time.  Sure, she could find writers who supported her notion.  But when I sent her to find facts that did, and all the facts belied her beliefs, even her pride would not allow her to claim victory, or even a tie.  Further, given some time to digest things and being relatively honest if honestly ignorant, she changed many opinions.  But that change came with a little bit of hatred.  It added up heinously quickly.  I'm still almost surprised she didn't kill me.  I must have had some means of balance with her, and control.  Long term though?  Well, we were together... four, five, maybe six years, as a couple?  And the intention was long term.  Hmmm, maybe?

Further, I didn't and wouldn't do housework, not with a woman type about, mostly.  Yeah, I'll cook.  So as to eat properly, to include meat and fats.  And, yeah, I... might do... some stuff.  But I'm not using a vacuum, gah!  I'm not cleaning the bathroom, I won't do windows.  Yeah, I know I do those things in my own home, on my own, uhrm, with a woman to... help or guide that.  But not as the man part of a man-woman thing.  Then again I didn't expect her to take care of anything mechanical, electric, heavy, or cumbersome.  I didn't expect her to see to security or math.  Further, she could have me be her muscle on pretty anything she needed or wanted, much as she pleased.  Hey Farm Boy, would you fetch me the milk pail?  As you wish.  It was a trade thing.  And it was a good deal for both of us.  As to being right more often?  Not my problem.  "Oh, you think you are always right!", she would often spout.  "If too, you usually are, but that's not the point!", I would see her think but never admit that last.

She learned much from me, and is even now... admitting some things, finally.  In another decade I might have had her as a solid conservative, giggling about her past silliness.  Hating me even the more!  Go figure.  Oh, as I have said, she is not a dumb woman.  I have met those.  And dumb men.  And that is fine so long as they understand their position.  Heck, I are a dumb man, from time to time, on some things.  But I reckon not to stay one, should I have practical needs to the otherwise.  On some things, though, I will remain dumb, ignorant, or both.  I honestly don't care what some interior designer says, I'm sticking with man things in my man cave, should I bother to mess with that.  No pastels, no modernism, no fashion statements, no "this year's edition".  And I don't care what the guys in Cali, Hawaii, Timbuktu, or even the guy next door find fashionable.  Some examples of where it don't matter none to me.

Ah, life is good.  And no woman has killed me yet, too.  I'm really hoping that getting out with swimming even, might lead me into another long term... argument.  Heheehehehe