Let's beat that drum ONE MORE TIME

If I do actually die "unloved and alone," I want these two FACTS carved on my tombstone: 1) That I managed to quit smoking cigarettes, and 2) That I taught myself how to act in both my own and HER best interests.  By HER, I mean, for me at least, the eternal HER. I mean the type that seems to line up outside my metaphorical door with an agenda that has nothing to do with going on dates with me, getting me laid, or being my girlfriend.  Any newcomers to this blog can go back to about 2015 in my entries and find me talking on and on and on about HER.  If every damn thing I write about my relationship with women just beats this same drum over and over and over again, so be it.  I have much less of an interest in calling other women out for choosing other men over me or any kind of that shit.  However astute and insightful my observations may prove about women who simply favor someone else over me, for whatever reason, I can just let all of that go.  I would sooner tell the same story in regards to women who remind me somehow of Sara in 1988, Katy in 1985, Veronica in 1985, Wanda in 1987, Linda in 1988, Myrna in 1989, or any of the much more recent young women who've darkened that metaphorical door, but whom I've dealt with and managed so much better than all of those from the eighties, save for Sara, that i've just listed.

One reason I persist in writing about personal stuff has to do with the fact that it takes time and effort to read books and whatnot.  I just started Moby Dick, and at the pace I read books, I might not finish it until sometime next year.  So, as of today, I want the personal stuff to just reiterate the one skill set I have learned in regards to women, while at the same time I cast about for other stuff to write about.