The Wanderer

It has taken me 50 plus years to realize I can find bliss with more than one woman and its alright. I really do not try to conceal it anymore. Before I could hide behind a subterfuge of romantics. I will tell a woman at the beginning of the relationship, I am a poor investment of your time. The irony is the attraction to each woman, when I am with her is genuine. Then something happens. When they are not around, I am like a child who has not learned object permanence. They cease to exist, especially when another woman is flashing some flirt.

I imagine I could change if I put forth a concentrated effort-but why? I think I can wander right into the golden years.

 

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Do you wa-wa-wa-wa-wander?

 

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