 ponderng n the background of my bran these days all the men who have come before. I sense there is enough time elapsed that I can appreciate the humor, irony and absurdity of the experiences without the bitter edge I might have felt at the time. I've got that old '80s song "44 Lnes About 22 Women" n mnd. I'm too lazy to rhyme, but I'll try haiku. Isaac hurried love
Talked marriage on the first date
Seekng ex-wife 3 Martn was my first
Richard Gere breed with Tom Cruise
Tried to drnk my blood Chris -- nto Feng Shui
Said his ex was a psycho
Returned to drama Jim lived with mommy
Buzzsaw hurt my sweet rosebud
Fucker stole panties Evan was heaven
Grey eyes, rann' all the time
Missed the weddng band Tom unclear to me
Only n San Francisco
We kissed the same girl John seemed a good fit
He had an enormous...bran
Dumped me by voicemail James had orange hair
Asked for and gave a massage
Yep, red all over Flame was not a man
She wanted me to spank her
Hot, red-haired stripper Bob and his new bike
Were not as excitng as
His first name implied Rich's beard tickled
He did not respect women
Mocked femnism
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