Friday, November 12, 2004
Now in my old age, I wonder at some of the things we have always taken for granted.
One we hear now is the lament from the weaker sex about how all the 'good men' are either gay or married. As if the world was jammed with a surplus of eligible females, & posterity was being denied the fruits of perhaps a wonderwoman who was otherwise going without male attention.
A glance around the community soon will dispel that wrong idea. There they all are, a teaming bunch of air heads, chatting busily on their cell phones with some other air head about a vital issue of the day.
It would seem, to this observer, that young or not so young eligibles, might want to spend less time examining their wonderfulness in some mirror or chatting on their cell phones, & actually try to activate the few brain cells God gave them & do some introspection. Less time with my wonderful person & more time wondering about who I really am, what do I want to do with myself, besides being sought by some 'hunk.'
One we hear now is the lament from the weaker sex about how all the 'good men' are either gay or married. As if the world was jammed with a surplus of eligible females, & posterity was being denied the fruits of perhaps a wonderwoman who was otherwise going without male attention.
A glance around the community soon will dispel that wrong idea. There they all are, a teaming bunch of air heads, chatting busily on their cell phones with some other air head about a vital issue of the day.
It would seem, to this observer, that young or not so young eligibles, might want to spend less time examining their wonderfulness in some mirror or chatting on their cell phones, & actually try to activate the few brain cells God gave them & do some introspection. Less time with my wonderful person & more time wondering about who I really am, what do I want to do with myself, besides being sought by some 'hunk.'
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