Women.

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This first is fair enough.  It doesn't ever work out, but... we understand.  Going just for love, or money, or any simple or singular cause will always end up pretty much exactly how she ended up.  She tried to be Mystery Babylon, but failed.  It cost her everything, if only in the end.  Still, we get it.

If too, we know that kittens age like milk.  Only the impulsive rich ever even think of going that way.  The rest of us, whether we have the dough or not, know better.  Then again, it wasn't the younger who kept her hands out of the cookie jar of power, but the senior.  Friends of friends.

This next made me laugh.  While I disclaim being Roman, I certainly wore the cloak.  And, she?  I've... definitely dated her... slept with her... type.  I still wonder how many women have poisoned my food or set me up to die one way or another?  I am all but certain several did.  Had.  To.  Laugh.  Definitely been with her.  But, only after I had given up on women and was just with them because what the hell else is there?  And, no, don't even say "men".  Men aren't an option.  Bleh.  Not for me.  Strange as I am, I am not that strange.  Stranger, maybe, but... strangely normal?  :)

And... this?  I am almost sure this is the thoughts of a woman.  Something I am seeing, sensing.  Girls think the strangest things, but yet, seem to not be completely off.  They just have a different take on the same set of data, from a different goal orientation.  Odd... how men and women.... the normals... or even some of us strange normals... want the same thing but in such a very different way, and from such a different perspective.  One is rider, one ridden, and both are generally happy with their lot in life, if they don't like some of what goes with it.

Check.

Just... looking, laughing, smiling, and... other things.  Later.