So I've been looking over some of the rules and regulations for the passports that are about too take place soon. By the end of this year we'll all have to have them to go into Mexico and Canada (which in theory end teenage drunkedness. Or too have permission to fly (whoo--go trusted traveler!!!)
The following year it'll be the nationwide license (well there you go--state issued work tags!) I'm telling you. Revelation is on its way.
On with the show.
I just finished speaking to first date lady. Long story short. She's a decade behind me...or am I a decade a head?
Women puzzle me...,but I've said that before already. Since I do not like to pay a therapist (b/c its expensive and I'm afraid they'd make more money off my life than I ever would)--this blurb, blog will serve me just fine.
As of late I've been really trying to be better person, brother, friend, and stranger. I make no secret these days that I can safely say I am a confessional poet and writer...although it is easier to say things without a face on here.
I did put a lot of thought into this statement during my stay out in moutain country. So I joined an aerobic class--at first filled with lots of gorgeous women..and in the process made some really good friends. Even making attempts (awkard as they are--because I am so good at putting my foot in my mouth.) at getting names and remembering them.
And even listening to them as this tends to be a common complaint amoung the opposite side of the fence. You know because men don't listen...
Being single for so long--I've made my peace with it. I think. And still I hope that I get to experience that taste and excitement of passion, romance and love.
Too be able to love someone more than I love myself...to make my own mistakes and attempts at being a good man--that--the only person that I should care what they think of me is her. I having to be all that she needs me too be as a man and more.
And hoping that she will be careful with my heart--when she can kill me with but a word. The only person who can build me up or tear me down.
So these days you can see why I am being a bit picky. Age is just a number, age does not always make wisdom and life is full of unexpected twists that we have too deal with.
It is not for us to decide what happens or wish for things not to have happened. With the time that is given to us--and what we do with that time is what gives our lives definition and meaning. We--should be able to define ourselves in a time of turmoil...and that makes for great character.
In these last 7 months (incidentally my favorite number) I've made some great personal progress...and I think if I can get through what my life has been. I should have no trouble asking a lady out.
Fear only has power as long as I feed it...if God is with me who can be against me? And a pretty lady is nothing to fear...unless she's a really mean person. I kid.
So as I close this blog for the day--I was watching a sexist commercial for Axe deodorant. I find it repulsive that someone would even think that women would come running to a manly scent and then throw themselves on the guy for anything he desires to do with her.
Because I bought two cans and used them on myself...and they did not work.
I want my money back.
Seize the fish.
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