I wanted to write more on the previous post just now, but the glitches in the editing capabilities won't allow that right now, so here's another post. Like I've said many, many times in regards to this young woman I go on about: God seems to want to give me plenty of chances to get ones such as her right. This project has been going on for the last thirty-six years or so, and I finally think I'm beginning to make some headway on it. Like I said in the last post, my main appeal to women such as her seems to reside in my demonstrated willingness to accept an outcome where we don't become girlfriend and boyfriend. And, like I've said before, I don't just talk the talk on that point, but I prove that willingness to let go of the notion of getting with one such as her over, and over, and over again. The last six to eight years or so have seen me prove this point to a whole string of young, very attractive women.
I guess I took martial arts in my younger days, in large part, to enhance my role as a protector of such women. Nothing could get me going back then like the fear that myself and my prospective lady love would find ourselves beset by ruffians who intended to overpower me and spirit her away and do god knows what to her. But, both the feminists and the cops will tell you that intimate partner violence typically represents a far, far more prevalent threat to women than any Willie Horton (look him up) types that might lurk out there. My willingness to accept an outcome where I don't get with such a one as her, from the very beginning of the whole deal through all of the adversarial drama ones such as her try to lay out for me finally seems to register with them at some point. At least I hope so, anyway. I think driving that point home in all its iterations over the course of time demonstrates that I really care about ones such as her more than any "I will love you totally, forever and ever, and I will follow you to hell and back to prove it" overtures could ever possibly demonstrate.
I guess I took martial arts in my younger days, in large part, to enhance my role as a protector of such women. Nothing could get me going back then like the fear that myself and my prospective lady love would find ourselves beset by ruffians who intended to overpower me and spirit her away and do god knows what to her. But, both the feminists and the cops will tell you that intimate partner violence typically represents a far, far more prevalent threat to women than any Willie Horton (look him up) types that might lurk out there. My willingness to accept an outcome where I don't get with such a one as her, from the very beginning of the whole deal through all of the adversarial drama ones such as her try to lay out for me finally seems to register with them at some point. At least I hope so, anyway. I think driving that point home in all its iterations over the course of time demonstrates that I really care about ones such as her more than any "I will love you totally, forever and ever, and I will follow you to hell and back to prove it" overtures could ever possibly demonstrate.
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