Decided to share.

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I've been... having interesting... involvements, with women, lately.  Weight loss?  Hair cut?  How I dress, present?  Can't say.  Women from 30 to 40, say, have been... showing interest, to a lot of interest.  Today, in two different places, I had women either approach and... one almost touched me.  I... let her know without doubt I was not interested.

I can almost smell divorcees.  But, too, my standards.  One was probably in her twenties, but I don't count her.  She had visible tattoos on her arm.  Wow.  No.

Thirty might do?  Thirty five?  Not so much.  And, even the thirty would have to be... exceptional in appearance and... be a happy people.  Able and willing to talk.  Such.  Though, really, American?  I don't think so.  I can't afford, and wouldn't deal with that.  American women are equal, until the courts also let them be superequal.  No, Just... no.

Looks like America isn't the only nation having problems.  I like asians, but not one of those would do.  Not with YOUR ten foot pole, as I used to say.

Oh, and... where I got my hair dyed?  Was where a younger woman, I teased about once, worked.  Now, I realized by then, that wouldn't work.  I couldn't afford a woman.  And, she... couldn't talk to me.  Still, I liked flipping that fish.  Not to be rude.  But I enjoyed flirting, for my part.  Not sure she was at all entertained?  Though... who knows.  I was curious if... she... would hear about that.  She... did.  A song I found, for her.  And, yes, she knew.

Yes, she... was a bit unhappy with my writings.  I don't even know how she tracked my blog down, found out?  I had given my email address.  Is there a way for them to track that?  Did I mention where I went for that work, and they found me that way?  No matter.  But she... did find out, and was a bit peeved when I wrote that 30 was too old... and too young.  *grins*  She pretty much snicked something about "being thirty" shortly thereafter.  I... quietly chuckled.

Still?  I am looking for a woman.  My standards are far too high.  In America.  Which means I can't look in the states.  I will have to go without, or go abroad.  No pun.  I'm... not looking for a broad.  Never really went that way anyway.  Oh, this one wouldn't work.  Smoking.  And... absolute lack of chasteness.  Well, and probably too old.  But... the idea is closer.

While I am not quite doing this well, I... from what I have seen, am doing well enough to pull in fish well beyond my test line.  Yeah.  Like I said, 30 to 40 year old women almost... touching me.  Ew!  Don't.  Cooties.  Very picky.  Still... it's... been good for the ego, if empty and pointless too.  Bleh.

Snickers?  Like the bar?

Fight fair?  Are you kidding?  Not even close.  Amen and goodnight.