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March 13, 2007
I want a beautiful girl.

I see these other older guys and am frankly incredulous that they can keep their disinterested air around these foxy babes. I’m sure that everyone sees my eyes lingering too long on the décolletage, the spittle on my lips, the crooked boner in my pants.

I’m just waiting for a sign. One irrefutable come-hither look, one unequivocal invitation.

It ain’t happening. I attribute my stable (if loveless) marriage to my spinelessness. I was never the forward type. I never displayed that daring that it took to get the chicks.

“Faint heart never won fair maiden.”