A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The score at this point in the game Beween when this diary began some nine years ago and this moment, i have lost faith numerous times, i have cut and regrown my hair numerous times, i have shaved off and regrown my beard numerous times, and i've dropped a hundred plus pounds which i don't appear to be gaining back (thankfully) I have fallen in and out of love a handful of times, into and out of bouts of random promiscuity and into and out of random bouts of drunken stupidity a few times as well... funny that the type and variety of women to whom i find myself attracted has widened considerably... Couple of examples just to illustrate...co-worker and i were discussing recently read books when an older blonde woman from another office in our building passed by us and both of us could not help noticing how well-put-together this lady is...very regal, refined features possibly late 50's or early sixties in age, exceptionally well-toned body (the fitted clothes tell us she's got one and is proud of it) and then there's the receptionist from another office in the building, petite, curvy, medium length straight dark hair, vaguely Apache features, always seems serious and deep in thought, but when she smiles, it's very disarming. Of course until i do something to repair/replace my teeth, i've been content to keep to myself of late...i tend to avoid even the potential for romantic entanglements because i will admit that my self-confidence is not what it was before i came to this place 4:00 p.m. - 2010-10-25 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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