When I was younger, I used to like wild women. Now that I’m older, I like decent, kind, loyal, sophisticated women. I haven’t been intimate with a woman in over 20 years.

Let me repeat. I respect women. Yet I am scared to death of promiscuous women. Simply put, I don’t like the thought of getting an STD.

When I see myself as a younger person, yes, I made mistakes. No disrespect to younger generations who decide to smoke and drink. The most I have done in the past year is drink alcohol, and I did that only once.

Which I’m proud of. I have experienced life in the fast lane and won’t go back. I love ladies who respect themselves, are loyal, and can handle a man with trust issues.

I was in a terrible car wreck almost 21 years ago.  Each year I try to get past it, but the city I live in seems to prevent me from forgetting.

I do not like disrespectful people. I don’t understand why some women don’t understand that yes, I understand that what you do with your own bodies is your own business. Yes, you can carry a gun as long as it’s registered. If you drink alcohol then do it responsibly.

If you smoke pot, then go ahead. Just don’t do it in the workplace; that’s my opinion. But it depends on the business. The workplace is reserved for sober, sound-minded people who don’t bully other employees or discriminate against their beliefs, spread hate, or allow theft.

Helping someone in need is one thing; yet, when someone uses your kindness against you repeatedly, that is unacceptable. Personal relationships are different. Everyone has their own personal preferences. I like women in their 30s—single, white females who are loyal.

I laughed out loud at this because we’ve all seen that movie, those of us old enough to remember “Single White Female.” It scared me shirtless when I was younger. Though sometimes, having a beautiful, loyal psycho in their 30s without a job tends to be…different. I would classify working in a menial job, in my situation, as subject to that business entity’s policies on whether employees should be allowed to date. I disagree with it in my situation.

Yet when those policies aren’t clearly defined or communicated, as well as other policies, it can cause quite the uproar. And yes, personal agendas and grudges happen. I understand that. Yet some things go over the line. Sophisticated women who like to talk about other people inside the workplace shouldn’t be working with someone you’re dating.

Yes. You are entitled to your own opinion. However, hate and threats in the workplace are unacceptable. Intimidation is unacceptable. Improper influence, disregard of policies, or manipulating other employees is also unacceptable. You can disagree with some employees; however, some grudges go far beyond that.

I’ve been working hard, long hours and days all my life. I prefer flat, dry heat climates. Because seriously, have you seen the price of gas lately? Or the price of financing a vehicle? It’s like pick your poison. I love distractions. Who doesn’t like a pretty face? Unless you’re single, I’m just doing my job when I’m being nice to you. I love being nice to people. It makes my day bringing a smile to people’s faces.

Yet discrimination and not allowing a person to have their own opinions is not exactly ideal in a workplace. Gossiping while actual physical labor is involved by all staff gets on my nerves. Especially when that particular person defies all my beliefs about what an ideal workplace should entail.

It’s that simple. I’m a grown ass man, sometimes. I like a good laugh every now and then. Yet holding things over people’s heads and being a narcissist psycho gossiping liar doesn’t help either. Maybe you have a family member like that. If that’s your family, then keep your family in check and leave my families mouth out of your mouth.

There are people I like to varying degrees. That’s just the way friendship works.  If you drink and smoke pot, that’s okay. Anything else is a bit much for me. There. I said it. Now, I apologize if I offended anyone.

I was hurt over 21 years ago by someone who cheated and lied to me. I was a romantic person, and still am to a degree.  I like deep thinkers with educated minds who enjoy discussing philosophy and can agree to disagree, engaging in respectful discussion. Hence, a blog.

I like poetry and love, sonnets and thinkers, writers of short poetry. Dark, philosophical, poignant thoughts. I definitely don’t want to offend anyone. But I also hate hate. Really, can’t we all just dispense with the yelling and lying to ourselves and be honest with one another?

Really. I’ve been through hell and back. This is how I cope. I come from a more traditional family. I need help sometimes. We all do, especially when it comes to transportation. I like light conversationalists then. I love basketball and played baseball and tennis, and was physically able to do a lot of things. Yet I’m not going to get too haughty about it.

Seriously. Pride can take a backseat in my book. The humble philosopher who uplifts and edifies me, one who is compassionate toward those with disabilities and is not a bully, can be my friend any day. Especially someone who gets their facts straight. Oh, yeah, I like honesty.

Plain and simple. Thank you, and good evening or good day. Godspeed, and peace be with you.