As for my profile, the results i'm getting are not what I'm looking for. As for my blogs, all I'm getting is hate and negativities. I thought this is where folks could at least help one another out. This only shows that the entire internet dating thing is "Futile". I'm starting to think people on the internet use it as a place to express hate.
This is my last post. And I have learned something about internet dating, best I leave it alone, You folks hurt! I'll leave this up for a day or two, then I'm deleteing everything I can, including other websites. GOD still loves me, and I won't make efforts to toy with peoples heart for humour.
I had to be taken to the Hospital emergency room where I was almost a goner. That's right, my folks could be wearing black clothing around today. God gave me an ultimatum. Now, to the point.
I was not presentable at all. Not shaven, House clothing, raggedly slippers, awakended on the 5th floor with an beeping IV pole with 4 tubes in my arms. A heart monitor with 5 wires stuck to me. And you know those hospital pajamas allways got your backside exposed. I was opposite of presentable to anyone, especiallly women.
The nurses, techs, and some of the younger doctors. GoodGogammooga. Beautiful women everywhere! Do they make cars with 8 speeds? You know what gear I was in. I made the best of that hygeine kit and went to work. I had praises, jokes, recipes, eye contacts, and every thing the sun didn't shine through the windows. My heart was beating, and many saw my arousel. My glasses was broken on one side. I ain't miss nothing. Even housekeeping girls with shit/blood carts and food tray girls looked good. So many dialects, some I didn't know what the f they were saying. Jeeezzzzz.
That wasn't my primary provider, so I was transfered to my appropriate hospital. I haven't been there in over 3 years, Wow, the women there too. What I'm saying is face to face meeting is still very real. I can say this much shit 10 different ways to 12 different women in the same time that it took me to type this. And I'm not stuck with 2 at best blurry fhotos.
I'll do better getting sick again than using this website or any other. Any other experiences?
Years ago a boy and his mom were at the train station waiting for the train to come around the mountain. It was very cold out and the train was delayed. Grand dad was waiting in his car to go home. They sat in the warm chevy for a while thinking they heard the whistle and ran to the platform. They stood there looking down the tracks, only to get cold and no train. They returned to the warm chevy. Over several hours, they did this several times. This time Mom popped a beer and then another, boy fell asleep in the back. Grand dad said "Get out", and there was the train. Time to run.
In life we all have a train. I hear a whisle, the deisels and it's coming. I know at what mountain it's on. I've been waiting for this train for 2 years. I guess that I'll be getting on by myself and traveling alone. The train is going to stop at my destination, one that I want to be.
To all the ladies that I've asked to ride with me, and you've said no. That's your loss. And when you find out that I've reached my destination, just know the train is gone. I'll just do with the ladies at my destination. My train doesn't go in reverse. If you don't believe me, just ask the ones who refused my train rides in the past. They're begging for tickets.
I just tell'em, "you didn't love me then, you can't love me now".
One can give flowers to a cow, the cow will simply eat them!
One can give flowers to a crackhead, the crackhead will simply smoke them!
One can give flowers to a beautiful lady, that he's bewildered by but, What will she do with them? Accept them and acknowledge him to the least or, toss them and reject him.
I know many guys don't like giving flowers only to find them in the trash!
Shall one continue his flower campaign? Or Choose the Cow or the Crackhead.
To let you know, In this one's life. One has tried Crackhead(s). One has tried a few Cow(s). They don't love not do they give love, they only consume, and consume, and consume, till there is no more flowers in the field, heart, and bank account.
The field grows back, the heart heals, the bank account, well that's something still working on. And One is still lonely, childless, and 20 plus years older. His head is half grey, he see's doctors more often, He's no longer the stud he once was. One is wiser in many ways. One knows cows and crackheads do not suit him. One still don't have a clue about what he should do, when he give flowers to what he see's and believes is Ladies, and they throw flowers in the trash! If this one dies, the autopsy shall say "lonelyness".
The obituary: survived by spouse____________
children___________
insurance policy paid to: "The State of Maryland"
home inherited by: "The State of Maryland"
all stocks, bonds, and etc inherited by: "The State of Maryland"
Bank account assumed by: "The State of Maryland"
I know some of you are out there thinking, One ain't gay, and one knew not to even try it.
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