My own tendered opinion is that no man can win the heart of a woman.

The woman lets him have it without any access for him into the decision making process when she deliberates whether he should have her heart or not.

Further to that, and very vexingly, she herself has no power over who should have the key to her inner heart.

This is all very confusing.

This... is not very intelligent, and I can only blame the Intelligent Designer for arranging it like that. That designer was more like a twit or like a low-IQ moron retard.

A baby or two? ya. that good is. Were. ...was?

Hi!!!

com'n, girl take out that ole' dusty pooossie, scrape the rust off of it and wield it like an Azerbaijani schymitar.

(Sorry. Very sorry. Could not resist it.)

I agree with this platinum blonde. If you can't do that, OP, at least edit it again. and again. And again.

Either or. You can do this, or that, but not both.

BTW, I understand your poem, guy... that is one reason why it makes it so easy for a man... for a man to so easily agree with a platinum blonde. The easiest thing that goes down in his life. It's at par with his mother's milk when he was a baby.

That's another class act.

People are leaving me in the dust these days, left right and centre.

(Psst... I think fearandloathing is a woman, and the other gent is a horse dressed up as a zebra in donkey's skin.)

My old country is in Europe. We don't treat women as such huge enigmas. Poetic, mystic, at that.

In my country women are considered a system of five third-degree five-unknown differential equations, ready to be solved, that's all.

hehe. A prick is as good as a pinch.

This looks like a run-on sentence with several verbs and no punctuation.

This bird probably puts her left shoe on before her right, and she probably threads the eye of a needle over the thread, instead of theading the thread throught the eye of the needle.

I think it's funny that a pumpkin would be orange. It's like copmaring apples with IBMs.

The green top: perhaps you were just having yourself a dead baby float, and it was past its due date. (this is using the remnants from an old joke I just unearthed in the anthropological digs in my mind.)

You could hire a guy to do that for you.

In fact, I would not be surprised if he took the job for no pay.

YellowRose, would it not be a hoot if you had and East Asian chick in the office, called Rosalie or Rosa. And then you.

Hallowe'enie... priceless. One could even dress up as one.

Or get sucked into having one. (I mean, literally.) ::

You know how much I hate working. But people like I must pay the price for a lazy lifestle sooner or later.

I have been paying into it on a layaway plan. A little bit every payday. And layaway plan or not, I STILL didn't get laid enough.

I gotta change my name to Ruth!!!

(I dated one woman for thirty years almost, whose name was Ruth, dated another Ruth for a short time, but I bought her a ring with a real diamond in it, and a third Ruth I dated on a pay-as-you-go basis, she pretended she hated me, but she always gave me a cut-throat or better price. She was gorgeous too, as was Ruth I, and Ruth II. Ruth "the BJ" III was gorgeous too. And the first two had brains and education, as well as a good background, and Ruth III had had a bad road accident that caused her brain injury, and before that, she had given birth to two autistic sons.)

I used to think that most older women were very attractive.

But these days it's different, becasue... because I am now older than most (but not all) older women, although they haven't changed their looks as a demographic. I.e. they are still all gorgeous.

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To the lady who asked us: "Am I old...?"

This is impossible to answer. If we say, "yes, you are old," which we are not saying (except one young student of life in the midsts amongst us), then we are insulting you. If you ask us "Am I old...?" and we say "no" as a reply, we deny that you are beautiful.

So that question ought not to have been asked... because if we say "yes" you and we are all doomed, and if we say "no", you and we are still all doomed.

I suggest you ask such kind of questions instead, which makes a winner of us all, no matter what the answer is.

I can't give you an example, sorry, that you have to work out on your own.

Cougar sites are full of -- and I apologize ahead of time for the expression I use here -- pigs. There is no other fitting expression to describe the women there.

I agree. Most young women want to skin me alive... I assume so they can cover their own bodies with it. Old skins are usually spacious, they don't pinch you or pull you uncomfortably.

Old skins tend also to be leathery, so they weather the weather well, whether it's good weather or bad weather. A bed wetter quality wet weather leather.

Nike should sell a line of something with that name.

I, on the other hand, base my entire worth as a human being on what opinion others hold of me.

I never met any scammers yet, or anyone else, at all, on this site or on any other. It is a miracle. I am beginning to think that there is a little piece of Lourdes in me.

What gets me is not the scammers, but that nobody ever tries to scam me. And what's more irksome, is that the ones I want to scam, don't fall for it.

Don't knock scamming, unless you've tried it yourself. It is not as easy as it looks, and most scammers try to make some money not for crack or heroine, but for the seven starving chilren they have in some godforsaken backwoods African village where every second person dies of starvation or from drinking bad water every year.

Heart and Soul: Noticed you took off your picture. You oughtn't to have.

You are beautiful. I was just kidding. Nothing wrong with your looks.

Put your picture back again, with confidence. You are handsome and good looking.