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Friday, June 17, 2005

Meg...

...As far as younger guys being more pursuant... I wouldn't know. I'm only 25... but it does seem a lot of older men don't like taking no for an answer.

Actually, in my experience, older men are more aggressive, younger men just outnumber them. It may not seem so because the older men ARE so bold...they stick out in your mind more. And, let me tell you this...it's all a numbers game. You can’t guarantee that one man will be any one way...but when in doubt, you should always go with the numbers. Ah...these are all things that I am learning in my man study. I have been so lucky in that the supply of men appears inexhaustible.

And all of these guys are in this one area. I haven’t had to travel far at all and I am nowhere near finished with these guys. There are more of them everywhere. If Vex ever gives me back my passport...I’ll branch out globally. In the meantime, I can stick to this continent. That’s no problem.

We (my friends and I) had our own suicide highways to Lake Geneva, WI, Highway 31 or 47. I lived further west than you did. That was back when Illinois was 21 for anything.

That must have been a while back because it was only 21 for the hard stuff and 19 for beer and wine until I turned 19...of course...then it changed to 21 for everything. If memory serves, it took Wisconsin a while and even before they changed that law...18 year olds from all over Chicagoland would drive to Wisconsin to get drunk and then drive home totally smashed. We always got a motel room, my friends were relatively smart. I was lucky, I might just have been dumb enough to go back home with a drunk friend. It’s amazing that we ever make it past those years. Once we turn 18, we empower ourselves with an adulthood that we haven’t earned. Our decision making abilities are quite shoddy at that age. So many of the life altering mistakes that we make are made in those first few years of adulthood. I’d love to see some type of national service for young adults to perform during those years if they haven’t committed themselves to college. Kids with a plan and something to do have less time for making those life altering mistakes. Our government pays thousands of contractors to do jobs that our own youth could be performing. I’d hate to think of how much we pay just to mow the Federal Lawns alone.

Anyway, I am glad YOU are not a paranoid freak and every one can surf in peace now.

Absolutely. Now go away. That is, if catflower skank will allow it. Besides, I'd hate to bore people with the entire conversation.

I wonder if Jacko ever had anyone read to him at neverland? See also www.stockdiscussion.blogspot.com

Of course. Somebody has to read the directions as he glues the "nose" to his face. That can't be an easy process.

I'm far too busy during sex to be able to concentrate on having someone read to me...

Yeah, and it’s not just the logistics that concern me. There’s so much going on in one’s mind during sex. I can’t imagine having that much room for other things. Besides, it would have to be one helluva book to do ME any good.

I just noticed that ketchup is an excellent source of lycopene. I think I’ll take my daily dose of lycopene on some french fried PO-tatoes.

Sometimes I wonder if my spellchecker is upset when I don’t take it’s advice. I worry that it will just stop trying to help out of total frustration. I’m a pretty good speller so I would do pretty well alone...it’s the stupid typos that even get past the spellchecker that bug me. I type rather dyslexically and spell two “tow” often. Oh well, I didn’t listen to the spellchecker much in this post so I better misspell some words in the next one. Hell, my undo button won’t even speak to me anymore and the Praetorian dude just stares at me. Oh well, at least my printer loves me.:)

See ya,

Meg

5 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Meg:
have a great weekend, I hope it gets a bit cooler for you this weekend.I am glad that someone besides me spells two tow sometimes, thought it was just me.
I am out of here for the weekend, headed for the dock. keep Cool!
Buddy

June 17, 2005  
Blogger Contrarian said...

You got to give us men a chance!
Have a good weekend.

chazinc.blogspot.com(want to exchange links?)

June 17, 2005  
Blogger Contrarian said...

By exchange links I meant that you put up a link to my blog on your site, and I put up a link to yours on mine.

June 17, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi Meg! Traveling for underage booze brings back memories - the drinking age in Windsor was 19, so growing up in suburban Detroit I made many trips over the bridge between the ages of 19-20 to enjoy the nightlife. My fiance grew up in Deerfield - back in the day he'd go w/his friends up to WI on Friday evenings to pick up some cases of beer to last them the weekend. They weren't the drinking/driving types; he did say that there were plenty of accidents by underage chicago kids coming back from carousing in Lake Geneva bars.

June 17, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Maybe it's the confidence men build as they get a bit older.

June 17, 2005  

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