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This is a story made for contraction.
Male: 58
Occupation: Digital production and technical consulting.
Mission:
To get laid. If in the process I find a woman that can do that, and still want to hang with… great.
Oh, come on what the hell did you expect me to say? I don’t lie about this shit. Oh wait, yea I do, but that is to the women. My sexual mores were formed in the late 70’s and 80’s when birth control was new, and AID’s were a half decade away. Free love, good weed (not really) and awesome in depth conversations. (ok really stupid Ideas) were our days.
My early 20’s were fun. I got to be a DJ and then got to travel all over the US working with people that lived in the towns that we would travel to and stay in. So dating was….Hi, you’re cute, I am from out of town. Do you want to come up to my motel and snort coke, smoke weed, drink and or fuck? Never kept stats, but I am sure the snorting coke got them up to the room better than the rest.
So here we are, a 22yr attempt at a lifetime marriage… I don’t consider it a loss, I consider it a……. tie.
to be continued.