Volume Nine, the volume that's at Austin Books and Comics right now, as well as for sale on this site, features myself making a crude sexual proposition to a love-interest from 1987. It was the most painful of the books I've done so far. Nothing much good happens in it. I don't come off too well myself.
Volume Ten, the one I'm working on now, is another story. Look, I suspected the girl that I feature in Volume Nine was representing herself as something she was not, and thus the crude sexual proposition. If one has read my previous blog post, I have suspicions about the girl in Volume Ten as well. I just handle it a lot differently. That approach provided the template for how I relate to women I suspect of paying a kind of attention to me that I don't like to this day. Spoiler alert: read my last blog post, and you'll get an overview of how that played out.
I mean, today it's about young women at businesses that I patronize having some fun and games, but then I'll get too old for even those girls to mess with. Then what? I figure that it will amount to organized criminal gangs that will throw some young or youngish woman at me in order to get ahold of assets such as property or money. So, they're not going to stop, ever. Good luck, ladies.