Whip me, beat me, write me bad checks I can take abuse, so why be different. No seriously; don't write me bad checks. I can't take that kind of abuse.
As my mind slips away these questions keep coming up:
Have you ever wondered if the refection in the mirror that you see is what everyone else sees?
What if every time you looked into a mirror a different face was looking back?
What if you looked into a mirror and no face was looking back?
How come it is that the mirror only shows one side?
How come I can’t see what everyone else sees?
How come everyone else can’t see what I see?
Have you ever thought that the reflection in the mirror is the real you and you are the reflection standing in front of it?
Why doesn't a ducks quack echo?
When does never become forever?
Why is it that the last thing I ever wanted to happen, always happens first?
Does this Personality Match up really work? If a person is 93% compatible with me, am I 93% compatible with them?
I enjoy carrying on intelligential conversations, but I would rather be laughing my butt off. I appreciate what I have and whom I have turned out to be. My friends describe me as adventuresome, independent, and trustworthy, but what the hell do they know? I have a BS in medical technology, that's four years of my life I will never get back. You can call me old fashion but I also treasure family values. I think I have a great sense of humor and it's funny that I should think that, but I have been able to laugh at myself on many occasions as well as at you.
Since this is my wish list let me add the qualities I like: Funny, intelligent, independent and confident, wonderful sense of humor, easy going attitude, SLIM/SLINDER or ATHLETIC, a plus if you own your motorcycle, bold, lives on Planet Earth (that's negotiable), able to leap dog houses in a couple of bounds, smart enough not to stand in the way of a speeding bullet, etc....etc....
There are things in life that are inevitable and I am powerless to control them. The Sun will rise and set, the tide will ebb and flow, the seasons will change, the birds will fly South for the winter and return in the spring, and the caterpillar will transform itself into a beautiful butterfly. Somehow, I feel reassured by this because many other things in life are so transient - so momentary.
If I were to have it my way, I would strap your behind on the back of My Harley and ride out into the hill country. But if you want it your way, then fine I wouldn't mind a little coffe shop in Paris, France as long as your buying.
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