Perhaps the most appropriate analogy to meeting new girls is this…

It’s like appreciating the beauty of a butterfly that landed on your shoulder. You can look. Maybe lightly touch. You can hold it. Yet there is nothing you can do to force it to stay without damaging it, or worse, killing it. It’s a delicate relationship.

Yeah, it’s kind of like that.

Over the last week, I’ve met some incredible young women. There may have even been a couple of Colombian girls who stole my heart. I have their information, and there is potential to keep them in my life… yet, it seems there is always that nagging doubt. You know, the one that arises from the possibility of screwing it up.

The more I learn, the more spectacular the implosions.

Yet, there are always more girls. Can I help it if I love them all?

Like butterflies.