nowheregirl's Journal

  So many people, including all of you, suggest I try a new man. Well, when I do....YUK. At my age, the available men, are somebody else's rejects for a reason. Most are toads. I don't want warts.

  Up in the hick town I live in, they find interesting come ons. I heat with wood. You wouldn't believe the goons that would show up with a load of wood for me, for awhile. Of course then they would expect something in return.

  One guy kept coming around, I would find him at my house when I got off work. He was so geeky, and so boring.

  I got him to do a couple projects for me. Then one day he got real close, and said "Don't I get a little kiss for all my work?" I said NOOOOOO!, he was getting closer, and closer. The dog, right on cue, got up on her hind legs between us, and talked that dog kind of ARRRRR, ARRRR, talk. So funny. He thought she was growling, and backed off. She is a lab, they kind of make noises like talking. The man was a moron.

  He thought if he brought me wood, I would also want him. He looks like Barney Fife on Andy of Mayberry.

  Sometimes people wonder why I would want Ivan. Well, he looks damn good, has a body to die for, is awesome in the you know what dept, and I know what to expect. And once upon a time he was a prince...alcohol turned him into a toad. 

  So far I have not met anyone I could stand touching me. Money, or not.