The world's not running out of unavailable women anytime soon, if anything in my life is any indication. I think I've come to pretty good terms with that whole dilemma. When I got walloped with the presence of a very beautiful woman in my world who had a serious boyfriend when I was nineteen, it was like this torture I couldn't stop. It's been a long time since the Unavailable Woman has been merely a nice enough girl with a serious boyfriend. These days it takes a more predatory type to really get me nuts.
I've dealt with the predatory type pretty well these last few years, if I say so myself. Last Summer I met a woman who was just really beautiful, and she had a serious boyfriend, and she seemed to like talking to me, but, like I said, just being a beautiful young woman with a serious boyfriend isn't going to tie me up in knots.
I think the Invisible Woman presented me with the ultimate Unavailable Woman dilemma last year. I got my way through that one with flying colors. I've said it earlier in this space before, but I think it bears repeating: after the Invisible Woman, I don't see how any twenty-two year old waitress or barista is going to give me conniption fits the way they used to. And, since I wrote that statement last Summer, none have given me any problems thus far.
What's left for me to have adventures over? I guess I could see if I manage to survive my first heart attack. Oh boy, what fun! I figure that I have about six or seven years of reasonably good health before old age catches up with me. I promise I will try to watch what I eat more and go for more long walks. Okay?