These gals interest me far more than any of the hotsie totsies you keep trying hook me up with. The fiddle player especially, I can almost see a spark of divinity coming through the LCD pixels.
I only try to court women who I think I might have a chance at a stable relationship with. It's obvious right off the bat the ones that would never consider dating me.
I'm just soooo lucky Kimmy found me after Aleena and Cari died. It was a lonely nine months. I don't really remember anything about the time except the soul-crushing loneliness.
I didn't look for anybody, I was afraid I'd unknowingly bring home a chick with a dicq during the Prez Pedo freakshow. I didn't want to go to prison.
(Edit) I think that's the year I bought the Clown Car. That's how bad I was. I wish Cari (Ramette, Lod's nickname for her) could've seen the CC. She drove a big giant Dodge Ram 2500 4WD p/u. She would've laughed her ass off.
It was comical when I'd park my little Tacoma which is half again as big as Red Truck (93 Sonoma) next to her truck.
I wouldn't settle for anything less than a Mercury
I smoke Montego Reds now, does that count? They're $20/ctn cheaper than Eagle 20 Reds, that replaced Marlboro Reds when they started sucking after they put that fire-safe BS on them.