Back in the late eighties I ran through them like cord wood.
Now that I'm in my mid fifties things are different.
I see beautiful women every day at work, when the thought of maintenance, the whining, the bitching, the emotional rollercoaster in their DNA, the shopping, the dancing, the dining....they become much less attractive to me.
For the most part women bore the schitt out of me. I just don't enjoy what most of them call fun.
I have a wife of 23 years that sort of understands me and accepts my wicked ways and that's tough to find. Still working on her to move though and it still ain't going over very well...
