That will only make sense to all my fellow hopeless romantics who check out this blog.
My very first glance was all it took.
I had grown up hearing the old “love at first sight” explanation to the unique chemistry that is love, but really had no frame of reference.
I didn’t really fully believe in it either.
I mean love is something that is grown and nurtured over time.
Blah.Blah.Blah.Blah.Blah.
Everyone is a love expert.
Talk ‘til you’re blue in the face.
Nope.
One look.
That changed an entire lifetime. Well, two lifetimes actually.
I have a hard time with the concept of “learning to love someone.”
That is patently absurd.
You either love them and can’t stand to be away from them or you don’t.
Time strengthens the bond of love.
And there is no “off” switch.
I really sound like I have it all figured out, The Love Doctor.
I had to learn through experience to appreciate the totality of the female experience instead of just having sex.
But just having sex was OK, too.
I have always been a darling of the ladies; they haven’t been able to keep their hands off me since I was four years old.
But early on, I admit that I took them for granted and was very selfish and one-sided in my relationships. I grew to regret that immaturity.
Now, it is harder to find a bigger proponent for women than myself.
There is nothing sexier than a smart, determined woman.
I oughta know.
I married one.
Let’s face facts.
Every single male president has had their fuck-ups; some, more than others.
So why not put an Ivy League-educated woman who has been groomed in the system starting as a prosecutor?
She’s smart enough to assemble the best available minds to serve We, the People (remember us?).
If she doesn’t win, at least it won’t be because her campaign fell apart like Hillary Clinton’s presidential bid in 2008.
Enough politics.
After watching several documentaries on Prime, I now can go around further irritating Karen, the Domestic Despot, with little known facts such as why the landing gear hydraulics were slow to respond on the first lunar landing.
I think I could do a serviceable job on welding a propeller blade on a tanker in dry dock. (of course I have to have the right equipment)
They make a documentary about a jet airliner that completely disappeared with 227 passengers.
Gone.
No viable explanation.
Possible fragments of debris washed up on shore but they never knew where the plane went down in the first place, so once again, they are full of shit.
It would be pretty embarrassing if, after all this time, the 227 passengers just showed up.
Now I might just be an old country boy, but it sounds pretty snaky after all the funerals, memorials, and insurance payouts. I mean it was ten years ago (2014).
Definitely sounds like there’s a made-for-TV movie in there somewhere (remember those?)
Stay well.
