I thought that might get your attention.
Hell, my mother has been asking me since I was 25 and refused to marry.
"I don't want to", I said. So? (She gave me a copy of "Taming of the Shrew". )
Maybe I saw how much love hurt her.
Above is a song by K.D. Lang. She makes a good looking man. Tall, dark and handsome.
If she WERE a man...
But I really like men.
Women bore me with their weakness. (Not YOU, them.) You know the ones. Their manipulations send me into a coma. I'm just feeling inadequate. I didn't inheret the manipulation gene.
PS: Did I ever tell you that my grandfather played the accordian? He was an immigrant from Norway. He showed me how to rub a balloon on my shirt (creating friction) so he could stick it on the ceiling. (Endlessly fascinating when you're 9).
Ten years after he died we found out he had a whole other family. He had abandoned them before marrying my grandmother. No one knew.
What was I saying about women again?