It's a good thing that I have a well developed sense of humor because the universe has decided to make me a "frog magnet extraordinnaire". I have this almost pathological ability to attract frogs. By frog, I mean that pitiful excuse for a man that a thinking woman wouldn't touch with a 100 foot pole.
What is it about being an absolute worthless loser of a man that makes that man think that he is God's greatest gift to womankind? For example, I just got back from an appointment on the less than affluent side of town shall we say. As I was driving down the street I noticed two gentlemen with their 40 ouncers of malt liquor, sitting on the hood of a car in the front yard. The car was resting on cinder blocks instead of tires. As I passed the inevitable "hey baby" at the top of their drunken lungs. Did they honestly think that I would be impressed?
I've had this affliction all of my adult life. Even when I worked for the police dept. I had drunks, thieves and even wife beaters proposition me on the job. I don't think it can get much worse than being in handcuffs for smacking your wife around and propostioning the first woman you see.
I hate to say it but if you were to lock me in a room with 99 Prince Charmings and 1 frog, guess which one of the 100 would make the first pass? Guess which one of the 100 would be most determined in making that pass.
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