When I think of women such as Veronica, Wanda, Ann Marie, Jenna, Sara, Linda, Julie Drake, that virgin girl who used to work at that one business I patronize, the girls at that business I patronize who came after, and several others, the word "fun" doesn't really come to mind. Neither do the words "joy" and "happiness" come to mind, for that matter. The word "ordeal" more readily comes to mind, even in regards to those later women. Even though I made progressively and comprehensively more and more intelligent decisions about such women the older I got, I wouldn't call any of those times fun.
On the other hand, define "fun." I think the skillset I've developed over the years in coping with these charged love interest types has progressively provided me with greater degrees of satisfaction concurrent with the development of this skillset. Don't get me wrong, the necessity of developing good coping skills in regards to such women proved essential in helping me get anywhere in my life, and I'm glad I made those changes. But, learning how to make intelligent decisions about such women never seemed to involve "fun," or "joy," or "happiness" in any recognizably conventional sense.
On the other hand, define "fun." I think the skillset I've developed over the years in coping with these charged love interest types has progressively provided me with greater degrees of satisfaction concurrent with the development of this skillset. Don't get me wrong, the necessity of developing good coping skills in regards to such women proved essential in helping me get anywhere in my life, and I'm glad I made those changes. But, learning how to make intelligent decisions about such women never seemed to involve "fun," or "joy," or "happiness" in any recognizably conventional sense.
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