And it goes on

OK, so, here we go.
This woman who I haven't seen in 35 years wants to be in a relationship with me now.
What the hell.

When I was 17 I couldn't get a girl to look at me.

Now that I'm 51 and a decent person (i.e., not an unmitigated jerk) I have too many women wanting to be my gal.

Look, universe, it isn't a change in me. I'm the same guy I was in '76.

What Happened to You!

This is reallly a sad commentary on what the hell we do to women as they get older. There is a fear here that I can't understand..

Ah, all for tonight. Too muchwine and chatting. I love you all, dears, but don't know how to make you all happy.

Jealous? well, yeah, I am, thanks.

How absurd is the following;
A week and a half ago I got in touch with a woman I knew in High School, 35 years ago. We went out twice way back then, and barely kissed, then never saw each other again.

Now we're chatting a bit in email and Facebook. She's still the quick witted, Jersey girl I was attracted to then. But Lets review the bidding;
I live in NorCal, she lives in SoCal. I have a woman I've been living with for 16 years. I have a mistress that I've been seeing for 20 years.
So why in the hell did I just get a pang of jealousy when I saw her check with another guy on Facebook if they were still on for Thursday?

Seriously, what the hell? There is no conceivable way that I should be affected at all by that.

But I was.

It's a nutty world and I'm driving my own bus here, people, watch out.
--alx