A quick thought, but not a quickie!"
I've read the postings... and have read the site mentioned and all it's links. Nothing new, there.
Poking my head out off my shell once again and cautiously surveying the dating scene, I stand by my old utterance...
"For every available divorced woman out there, somewhere there's a guy that just got tired of putting up with her sh!t."
Me, of limited time and even less patience, tried one of those dating service things five years back. (A nice way to pre-select... saves time)
Now, don't get me wrong. I met several nice women, charming creatures, really. I never pursued after the first or second date... something was just missing, I felt.
Oh, one, she was ok... but I started to sense a familiar female pattern as mentioned on that site.
"Kurt... how much money do you make? Why don't you buy a new truck? What's with the doll heads in the backyard?"
One actually started whining that , due to a technicality, she wasn't able to steal half her ex's military retirement check. (Remember how Fred Flintstone's legs used to spin in a blurring circle when he was running away from something? Mine did the same thing with her!)
No, I think I'll crawl back under my rock for another five years before I think about dating Womanus Americus again.
I think of a friend of mine, married a Columbian. Pleasent woman, not overly bright(but neither is he). Yet, she wakes him up, breakfast already made, puts a towel in the dryer while he's in the shower so it's nice and warm for him... I could go on...
There's something to be said for that.
It's called gratitude, I suppose.
Not the usual American leech...
She gladly reciprocates when someone is willing to work for the rest of his life to feed, clothe, shelter and protect her.
Ya know... with my retirement check and my skill at repairing Vespa's... I could move to Bosnia, find a nice, slim Slavic woman and live like a king for $80 a month! (I would need a garage for the bikes, though, and my gun collection... for those damned Albanians)
Hey! and with all those mass graves over there... my yard might even come with it's own heads, and I wouldn't need to bring my doll collection?
Man... there's a thought!
I must look into this.
I've read the postings... and have read the site mentioned and all it's links. Nothing new, there.
Poking my head out off my shell once again and cautiously surveying the dating scene, I stand by my old utterance...
"For every available divorced woman out there, somewhere there's a guy that just got tired of putting up with her sh!t."
Me, of limited time and even less patience, tried one of those dating service things five years back. (A nice way to pre-select... saves time)
Now, don't get me wrong. I met several nice women, charming creatures, really. I never pursued after the first or second date... something was just missing, I felt.
Oh, one, she was ok... but I started to sense a familiar female pattern as mentioned on that site.
"Kurt... how much money do you make? Why don't you buy a new truck? What's with the doll heads in the backyard?"
One actually started whining that , due to a technicality, she wasn't able to steal half her ex's military retirement check. (Remember how Fred Flintstone's legs used to spin in a blurring circle when he was running away from something? Mine did the same thing with her!)
No, I think I'll crawl back under my rock for another five years before I think about dating Womanus Americus again.
I think of a friend of mine, married a Columbian. Pleasent woman, not overly bright(but neither is he). Yet, she wakes him up, breakfast already made, puts a towel in the dryer while he's in the shower so it's nice and warm for him... I could go on...
There's something to be said for that.
It's called gratitude, I suppose.
Not the usual American leech...
She gladly reciprocates when someone is willing to work for the rest of his life to feed, clothe, shelter and protect her.
Ya know... with my retirement check and my skill at repairing Vespa's... I could move to Bosnia, find a nice, slim Slavic woman and live like a king for $80 a month! (I would need a garage for the bikes, though, and my gun collection... for those damned Albanians)
Hey! and with all those mass graves over there... my yard might even come with it's own heads, and I wouldn't need to bring my doll collection?
Man... there's a thought!
I must look into this.
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