In my grandiose way of looking at the world, I imagined that a lot of young, very attractive women actually "saw," or more accurately, knew about, the level of skill I displayed in dealing with the difficult situation presented to me by this young woman. After that invitation I offered this young woman to my comic book sale, and how courageous and heartfelt I came off, I wondered if a lot of these young, very attractive women entertained thoughts about putting me behind a similar eight ball, and seeing how that would all shake out. I speak from an experience I had with "Wanda" in 1987. For a fuller understanding of how that all shook out, buy Richy Vegas Comics issue number 9 from my store. I don't want to talk about it now, other than to say I had one of the worst experiences of my life in regards to my relationship with women at the hands of Wanda as a direct consequence of my heartfelt, courageous handling of a very bad episode involving `"Donna," Wanda, and others in 1986.
So, if someone I care for in my world, and this person happened to be a young, very attractive woman, actually came to care for me a bit, and wanted to possibly get to know me better, such a person might want me use the same care in dealing with them that I displayed with that young woman last year. Okay, will do. But, this person, if they even exist in my world, should take care in what they ask for. I can deal with a difficult situation presented by a well-intentioned person, probably, but if this person wants that same skill level on display, I might not find myself so focused on riding off into the sunset with her. Instead I might find myself prioritizing intelligent decision making over happily ever after. Yep, that's my relationship with women these days: intelligent decisions.