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true, dat, about being middle-aged and finding the stream has done gone dry! People my age just are NOT available. I do hear horror stories of women who've met men online only to find out the guy was married or a serial dater (having 7-8 women on the line at at go) or worse. I get discouraged quickly and my heart is tender, tender. The healthiest among us would have a hard time listening to rejections all day long. Maybe I'll just get a teddy bear. When I was young, I was fearless! Now, I am the sadder but wiser girl. I'm thinking of devoting my life to spiritual endevours. That, or investing all my time, money and energy into food. Just getting ungodly HUGE. Or, I could rock back and forth on my bed and try to decipher song lyrics, like David Sedaris did. I wish I were gay. Seems gay women have better luck than I do. Hell, Charles Manson had better luck. Sigh.
It's gonna pour here, a real thunderstorm. The sky is black, black, black. Fits my mood to a 'T'. I hope hail rips somebody's head off...
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In Barrie's play and novel, the roles of fairies are brief: they are allies to the Lost Boys, the source of fairy dust and ...They are portrayed as dangerous, whimsical and extremely clever but quite hedonistic.
"Shall I give you a kiss?" Peter asked and, jerking an acorn button off his coat, solemnly presented it to her.
—James Barrie
Wimminfolk they be tricksy. - ZenGum
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