You know whats neat. That the only female that is happy to see me, is my parents dog. It's hard to pet her for a few minutes, she can't sit still.
Where is the woman that celebrates my existence? The woman that makes an effort to know me, that wants to be involved in my interests? Where is the holding hands, the hugs, the kisses? The listening and understanding of where I've come from? Where is the "let's fix this", and the "I love you"? Why, in my whole life, dogs the only ones that are always there? That friends never stay? That women are either toxic, or not available? You see what I'm getting at, what I need?











