...... that I'm not wandering around southeast Asia with a sign on my back that reads "Me so horny!" but, sometimes I wonder.

She who was Lacking in Undergarments, as proven Thrice in the first 37 seconds of our "relationship" (hereinafter referred to as SLUT for simplicity): "You buy me dinner, and I can make you happy."

Me: "Excuse me?"

SLUT: "Dinner plus a little extra and I can take you anywhere you want to go."

Me (with silly arse lightbulb now fully illuminated above me thick skull): "The only place I want to go is home to my dearly beloved and desperately missed wife."

SLUT: "She's not here. I am. I can make you less lonely."

Me: "Get the f*** away from my dinner table."

SLUT: "I'm good. Really good."

Me: "Leave. Now."

SLUT departs.

Seriously? I have now been propositioned in four different countries. I have NEVER gone looking for 'companionship' - doesn't interest me in the least. WTH do they keep coming after me?

It's not like this was some ungawdly ugly skank - this was a very attractive young lady, with, in retrospect, a very nicely proportioned set of northern assets (the southerly assets were perfectly attractive as well, except that I'm not a huge fan of the hardwood flooring look). But, honestly - sex, to me, isn't about banging whatever is available. If there ain't some emotion, I'm just not interested.

I dunno. Maybe I'm old fashioned. Maybe I'm just old. I want to make love to my wife, not nail some woman I wouldn't know from Eve.

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1961 220b: first project car - sold.
2000 CLK 430: first modern Benz - sold.
2001 CLK 55: OMG the torque!!! - sold
1972 280SE 4.5: Baby Gustav
1991 300TE 4Matic: Gretel the Snow Bunny - sold
1978 300SD: Katz the Free Man - given away
1980 Redhead: Darling Wife