She can certainly get my attention.

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I never know if it's real.  Something says yes, but... logic... says no.  Now, when it comes to women, logic... has a limited involvement.  But reality is or isn't.  There is nothing else.  I think... so... she is... here.

All is possible.  It would, however, require a commitment and a ring.  I really won't negotiate.  Who would have, in my generation, thought that requiring a ring could keep one celibate?  I told you, I was the devil's advocate.  Changed sides.  Twice as terrible for it.  *grins*  Oh, she... makes me think... of things... of her... of me... of us.  I... must do the same.

Now, I never can tell if a woman is saying she loves me, or hates me.  Perhaps she disagrees with something.  They can't just tell me.  Fear?  Something.  It seems convoluted.  But... whatever.  All I am certain of is it is female, and... then it goes to confusion.  Not my area, really.  Women, often, don't speak to even be heard, certainly not to be correct... at least to me.  They speak to be brave, to be heard, like a roaring mouse.  It's... for her... not me?  I think so.

Then again...

Good night, I think.  Or... later.