Really tired.

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Did get out, finished the process with the hair.  It's... good.  Should take a few years off?  Dunno.  Too tired to make an assessment right currently.  As well, it's dark, cloudy, out.  Just not the right light to check things.  I'll look, when I can wake, sun or dark, cloudy or clear.  I'll be looking over the next few days, to see if this is something to continue.

Now, it's a start.  Had to experiment as is.  I think, from general first impressions, that it is a good thing... for what I am wanting it for.  Just to add a touch of youth back into the equation.  Men, just like women, are selling their flesh.  It's an open market, flies, warts, grey hair, short or tall, fat or skinny, it's... all... out there for easy perusal.

I am just attempting to scrape a few negs, soften some bumps, dents, and dings, polish what is good, gloss what isn't.  It's... business.  It was the first business man undertook.  Used to be far easier.

Now, am I looking to barter horseflesh here?  Not... for keeps.  But for... practice?  Sure.  If I can garner interest, by American women of the sort I would consider if I were to consider American women?  Then finding real women, overseas, probably even better all around?  Cake.

Half of the trick is to not get hooked on a woman because she is what I like.  To be able to take my marbles, and go, if... or even when... I want.  For reason?  Or none.  It is self-control.  And being satisfied being alone.  And being confident in not needing, or even wanting beyond a good call.

As is, I look for any, every, and all reasons not to give a woman a second thought.  Exacting?  Why, yes.  A tattoo?  Piercings other than one on each ear?  Too this, too that, too much, too little, here, there?  Aye.  And I am absolutely devastating about it.  If she even thinks to question me about it, I am more than happy to be brutally upfront, honest, and decisively precise.  Which... is so very easy these days.

The difference between a gun and feminist?  A gun only has one trigger.  My qualities?  I can find every trigger she has, and pull them all at once.  With a kindly smile.  She thinks me a fool until she's crying in the crapper.  Business.  Nothing but.  Not really between her and I, just preparations for a future.

Hmm?  Well, yes.  Next month I'll need to get a trim.  That should get me about back to it.  Then, I'll start back on carnivore... or heading back to it.  And, yes.  I'll be back into trim before too long.  I've still got twenty to forty pounds to take off, but I'm... getting there.  This little break was just that, and not for the sake of a break.  Merely because I broke, for a bit.

May take a nap.  It's so dark and cool.  I am so tired.  Hmm, I'll have a bit of coffee, see if that helps?  Sometimes it does, sometimes not so much.

Oh, and either two Sundays hence, or maybe three, I'll be getting back to the motorcycle.  Nothing fancy, but... yes, I'll be back to it.  Though this time I'll be sure about at least two easier ways to handle things... or... two less painful ways to manage things.  Hmm... it's all good.  Later, or much later.