So I have this friend who has type II diabetes which caused him to have one of his toes amputated in February. One thing led to another (lots of complications) and just recently they went all the way and took his leg off about four inches below the knee. He's on the road to recovery now and in a rehab hospital where he'll soon be taught to walk and maintain his muscles after all these months of bed rest. Having a lower appendage amputated doesn't lend itself to a lot of getting up and staying active.
He has had a Senegalese nurse who works at the place (yes she is a US citizen already) propose marriage to him. She pretty much just came out and said she liked him and that he was good marriage material to her and that she was a traditional Senegalese woman who believes a man should be the head of the family and they'd be a good match. She also later told him that she likes to get fucked twice a day and suck dick. She is serious about this, I believe, as does he. I asked my friend if he took this seriously. He said given his current situation, he didn't know, but why not? He's up for it and is single and seems to like her just fine, they get along well. Really great marriages have started and lasted with less going for them to start with. It's not about his money, for he has none at all. He also has two other nurses at this place hot for him. I asked him how he did it and he said he just laid there and was nice to them and then they just took it upon themselves to almost come to the point of clawing each other's eyes out for his attention. He said the sponge baths from the Senegalese nurse are getting longer and more sensual. He now foresees, with no reason not to, an imminent blow job at least in the next week. He's going to get it too. He also had his somewhat long hair corn-rowed today. Doesn't look bad on him. I'll leave it to you to figure out who came to his room and spend an hour after her shift was over to do that for him. He sure as hell didn't do it himself.
So anyhow, what I'm getting at is why I'm single, and at this point have mostly opted out of the game due to sheer disgust at how women seem to have to play it. I'm some what attractive, smart, funny, I know how to dress, I go out and meet women all the time. There is no fucking reason whatsoever in the entire fucking vastness of all time space and creation as to why I should be single. None. The reason, whatever you want to hand me, is flimsy and falls apart under the slightest critical examination. There is no rhyme or reason as to why women are attracted to this guy. He's not even especially good looking. There is, conversely, no discernible reason as to why they are not attracted to me. Inverting the logic of something and seeing if it works backwards is one of the most conclusive reasoning methods ever invented. Yet, amazingly, it yields no answers even here. It's like saying "two plus two equals four, so four minus two should equal two.". No difference. Maybe if I were this guy and penniless and an amputee, I'd have better luck. Or maybe if I was twisted up forever in some wheelchair unable to wipe my own ass and drooling on myself, like, say astrophysical professor and author Stephen Hawking, who had an affair on his wife with his nurse, who he married, I'd have better luck. That seems to be the only thing that would help. By all accounts, no woman on the planet who you show his picture to would ever say "Yeah I wanna just tear that lil guy all apart, can't wait to sink my claws into that hunk of man!". None of them. E-v-e-r. So please do not ask my why I am single. Ask the women who make these choices. Me, I'll be on the sidelines just laughing at how outlandish it all is. Laughing and laughing an laughing.
He has had a Senegalese nurse who works at the place (yes she is a US citizen already) propose marriage to him. She pretty much just came out and said she liked him and that he was good marriage material to her and that she was a traditional Senegalese woman who believes a man should be the head of the family and they'd be a good match. She also later told him that she likes to get fucked twice a day and suck dick. She is serious about this, I believe, as does he. I asked my friend if he took this seriously. He said given his current situation, he didn't know, but why not? He's up for it and is single and seems to like her just fine, they get along well. Really great marriages have started and lasted with less going for them to start with. It's not about his money, for he has none at all. He also has two other nurses at this place hot for him. I asked him how he did it and he said he just laid there and was nice to them and then they just took it upon themselves to almost come to the point of clawing each other's eyes out for his attention. He said the sponge baths from the Senegalese nurse are getting longer and more sensual. He now foresees, with no reason not to, an imminent blow job at least in the next week. He's going to get it too. He also had his somewhat long hair corn-rowed today. Doesn't look bad on him. I'll leave it to you to figure out who came to his room and spend an hour after her shift was over to do that for him. He sure as hell didn't do it himself.
So anyhow, what I'm getting at is why I'm single, and at this point have mostly opted out of the game due to sheer disgust at how women seem to have to play it. I'm some what attractive, smart, funny, I know how to dress, I go out and meet women all the time. There is no fucking reason whatsoever in the entire fucking vastness of all time space and creation as to why I should be single. None. The reason, whatever you want to hand me, is flimsy and falls apart under the slightest critical examination. There is no rhyme or reason as to why women are attracted to this guy. He's not even especially good looking. There is, conversely, no discernible reason as to why they are not attracted to me. Inverting the logic of something and seeing if it works backwards is one of the most conclusive reasoning methods ever invented. Yet, amazingly, it yields no answers even here. It's like saying "two plus two equals four, so four minus two should equal two.". No difference. Maybe if I were this guy and penniless and an amputee, I'd have better luck. Or maybe if I was twisted up forever in some wheelchair unable to wipe my own ass and drooling on myself, like, say astrophysical professor and author Stephen Hawking, who had an affair on his wife with his nurse, who he married, I'd have better luck. That seems to be the only thing that would help. By all accounts, no woman on the planet who you show his picture to would ever say "Yeah I wanna just tear that lil guy all apart, can't wait to sink my claws into that hunk of man!". None of them. E-v-e-r. So please do not ask my why I am single. Ask the women who make these choices. Me, I'll be on the sidelines just laughing at how outlandish it all is. Laughing and laughing an laughing.
