The best thing about being a man is getting better looking each year. Women don’t seem to have that curse—many anyway.

Is it sad that I’m shallow enough to think, “Damn! I dodged that bullet!” when I get friend requests on the Facebook from women from my past?

Seriously, some of them make me wonder what I was thinking.

If only I could have the ability to look into the future. To be able to look in that dazzling young lady’s eyes and see ahead to what she will look like 200 miles down the road. Maybe even able to see the possibilities and what choices bring about certain changes.

I could bottle that skill and sell it.

What i'm listening to:

Someday
Glass Tiger
The Thin Red Line