My sons new pup listens much better at my house than my ex-wifes. I snap my fingers, he comes. I go "ppppsssssttt" he comes.
Actually its because I have a dog named Max that answers to Chanel. I snap my fingers, or call Chanel, Chanel comes, Max follows....
Friday, March 19, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Good Guy Window..
I think I've found out I missed my window. In jr high school and high school, nobody was really serious or knew who they were. Simply looking to have fun. The girls went for the guys with the Camaro with the headers and sidepipes or the ratted out '62 Chevy that were on the football or baseball team. Pecks ruled. Drugs. Bad guys got the girls, good guys went to the midnight Rocky Horror together. Stoned. With rolls of toilet paper.
Later in life - Junior Senior year of college and beyond, was Good Guy time. Girls started looking out for their futures. I was a smart, decent enough looking Jewish boy living in New York City, with Grad School or Law School and a bright career ahead of me. Heck, I could have survived on just the women who my friends, my friends friends, and the girls moms, or the girls moms best friends fixed me up with. Heck, I was so good I could have probably gotten a couple of the moms (actually did, and sisters, but a story for another time). The fact that I was gonna support, seed and succeed were all the rage. Someone you could have kids with, who would actually come home after work without stopping at two strip clubs, who could palm $20 or $40 to get a table at a good restaurant, who knew the owners of Areo, Angelo's, Embers, Lizard (I don't remember the whole name, she was a Lesbian named Stripe) amongst others and the $150 tab (it was ALOT back then) was a good thing.
Now I'm 48 and dating again, few if any of the women I'm dating are looking to have anymore kids, and have had to work out some way to support themselves, so the bad guy is back in vogue. Just recently my friend, will call her E, told me that our nice friend and I would make a great couple - but she was looking for a bad guy - and that wasn't even close to me.
Oh well, leaves me more free time for my kid, my work, my friends and my riding.
Later in life - Junior Senior year of college and beyond, was Good Guy time. Girls started looking out for their futures. I was a smart, decent enough looking Jewish boy living in New York City, with Grad School or Law School and a bright career ahead of me. Heck, I could have survived on just the women who my friends, my friends friends, and the girls moms, or the girls moms best friends fixed me up with. Heck, I was so good I could have probably gotten a couple of the moms (actually did, and sisters, but a story for another time). The fact that I was gonna support, seed and succeed were all the rage. Someone you could have kids with, who would actually come home after work without stopping at two strip clubs, who could palm $20 or $40 to get a table at a good restaurant, who knew the owners of Areo, Angelo's, Embers, Lizard (I don't remember the whole name, she was a Lesbian named Stripe) amongst others and the $150 tab (it was ALOT back then) was a good thing.
Now I'm 48 and dating again, few if any of the women I'm dating are looking to have anymore kids, and have had to work out some way to support themselves, so the bad guy is back in vogue. Just recently my friend, will call her E, told me that our nice friend and I would make a great couple - but she was looking for a bad guy - and that wasn't even close to me.
Oh well, leaves me more free time for my kid, my work, my friends and my riding.
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