Howdy all,

Ok myclette has posted the answers to her "men ask" entry. Well I have a problem and I am sure that I aint the only one.  My issue is with her answer to a questions about why women say they want a sensitive guy but date assholes instead. What about the nice guy who is really an asshole in diguise? You know the guy who says he is interested in the same stuff as you are only to find that he doesnt even know what a library is! 

Now Myclette knows me and she knows that I don't ask for a ton of crap from a dude but I expect him to drink from a glass, read, and eats his meat cooked rather than raw from the haunch of a still writhing animal.  I am told that this mix is not available as it is the stuff of Romance Novels. Well I just dont believe it!

Certainly there are some ladies out there in Mindsay land who have found a good mix of force and feelings in a mate. If so ladies pleas SOUND OFF and give a girl some EFFIN hope! 

I mean I dont wanna get married and start makin babies like tomorrow or anything but I would like someone decent to hang with in the interim.  Besides, I can decide whether to club them and drag them back to my cave later, after I decide if they are indeed heathen worthy. LOL!

It seems that 2005 was the year of the Terrible Dates for ole Environgirl and while I accept part of the responsiblity......it just AIN'T me consarn-it!

And hey, he can be a little strange, goodness knows that I am a handfull (literally and otherwise) myself so I can appreciate the crazy in another person but for the love of Gaia, I don't want him to be pacing my every move or forgetting that I exist at all.

Okay, I am Not talking flowers everyday but at least a nod in my direction every once in a while (not to long of a while of course).

So somebody please tell me that there are decent fellas to be had yet......Or hell at least tell me that Myclette  is indeed correct and I should pack it in and get a bunch of cats (oh well , more cats).  That's all for now. How about a poem....here goes....

To the Virgins, To Make Much of Time

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,  
   Old Time is still a-flying;  
And this same flower that smiles today  
   Tomorrow will be dying.  
  
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,   
   The higher he's a-getting,  
The sooner will his race be run,  
   And nearer he's to setting.  
  
That age is best which is the first,  
   When youth and blood are warmer;  
But being spent, the worse, and worst  
   Times still succeed the former.   
  
Then be not coy, but use your time,  
   And while ye may, go marry;  
For having lost but once your prime,  
   You may forever tarry.--Robert Herrick

Goddess Bless