wux, you're too funny.

Yup, guys do it too. He mutual matched me, e-mails back and forth next thing I know, his profile is deactivated...wtf? And this is not an isolated incident. I hate flakes. This kind of behavior just makes you feel like you're wasting your time reaching out to people because this is what you get in return, crap.

If you're not interested in someone, don't waste your and their time pretending to be.

Thanks, but there are funnier people than me.

Like I saw this doll in the seventies. It was a rag doll, and it had green hair. Upon closer observation the doll's hair was grass, growing out of the soil in the doll's head, throught the knitted cloth material.

You looked at it at first, and did not know what it was, but you felt compelled to pick up the doll and figure it out.

Once you figured it out, you had to laugh. There was no other reaction that would have been anywhere near as applicable and proper.

So whoever had come up with that idea, was a funny person.

The laughter that doll generated was not a funny laughter in its entirety -- the laughter had elements of embarrassment, over the apparent shall we say idiocy of the idea. Idiocy is not always funny, but always strange, unusual, to be avoided and to an extent scary, the idiocy that comes from mental disease.

That's what that doll did to you.

Quite a doll, wouldn't you say.

I live in an area where the guys are scared little boys when it comes to a strong woman. If I were into dating it would uspet me but now that I don't care; I find it quite amusing that I can inimidate them so easily.

I am sure you are a different type of "strong", but I did date a "strong" woman from Israel for two dates.

She was all right looking, and we met at dances, before I asked her out. She kept telling me the whole time what to do and how to do it. In broken English, and with a raspy voice.

She was a good woman, she was not evil, at least not from what I saw. But her strength just was too much in my face, and it did not let any other thought or emotion enter into our spheres.

Am I a weakling? Am I a push-over who pretends to be the big boss, but when meeting a strong woman, I pull in my tail like a dog and I run away? Am I the roaring mouse, or the monkey with hubris?

Or is it true (not you, navygirl) that too strong a woman loses her feminity? At least that part of her feminity which appeals to men.

I don't know why that should be so, but it happens.

I remember when a serial murderer's trial was up in Toronto, the newspapers said he was a sexual sadist, but when he went to NYC for a sex-trip with his wife, and a forceful hooker was assertive with him in the hotel room, he could not manage an erection.

I am not a serial murderer, and I don't have a wife, but I could not get an erection going with that Israeli woman if my life depended on it.

Luckily we never got to that stage in the game.

"Something is happening, but I don't know what it is... do you, Mr. Green?..."