In fact, I'm so utterly gullible that I finally had to quit trusting my judgment and discernment and eventually quit dating.
Which is a shame, too, as things are good in my world these days and I'd love to have someone to share it with.
However, as my bank account increases over time, my level of trust in date-able women decreases.
The risk seems too high. My want and gullibility could easily cost half or more of what I have and all of what's left of my heart.
It would be smarter to lease with the option to buy, but that's not quite how it works.
Where can I find a single, intelligent, wholesome, yet attractive, woman without guile? Do they still make that model? Did they ever?
I just don't know, so I'm playing it safe and giving it all up to God.
It’s Hard to Be Humble
Mac Davis
[Chorus]
Oh Lord it’s hard to be humble
When you’re perfect in every way.
I can’t wait
To look in the mirror.
Cause I get better looking each day.
To know me is to love me.
I must be a hell of a man.
Oh Lord It’s hard to be humble,
But I’m doing the best that I can.
I used to have a girlfriend,
but I guess she just couldn’t compete,
With all of these love-starved women,
Who keep cowering at my feet.
Oh I probably could find me another,
But I guess they’re all in awe of me.
Who cares?
I never get lonesome.
Cause I treasure my own company.
[Chorus]
I guess you could say I’m a loner.
A cowboy out lone, tough, and proud.
I could have lots of friends
If I wanted.
But then I wouldn’t stand out from the crowd.
Some folks say that I’m egotistical.
Hell I don’t even know what that means.
I guess it has something to do
With the way that I fill out my skin tight with jeans.
[Chorus]
I’m doing the best that I can.
You’re So Vain
Carly Simon
You walked into the party
Like you were walking on a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf, it was apricot
You had one eye on the mirror
And watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they’d be your partner
They’d be your partner, and
You’re so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain,
I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you?
Don’t you?
Oh, you had me several years ago
When I was still naive
Well, you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved
And one of them was me
I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and
You’re so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain, you’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you?
Don’t you?
Well I hear you went to Saratoga
And your horse, naturally, won
Then you flew your Learjet up to Nova Scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun
Well, you’re where you should be all the time
And when you’re not, you’re with some underworld spy
Or the wife of a close friend,
Wife of a close friend, and
You’re so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain, you’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you?
Don’t you?
The comments at the end of the article read just like here.
Not ONE word of support for her.
Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.
No matter how good looking she is, somewhere there is a guy who is tired of her s—t.
She must lead a vacuous and empty life...I almost pity her...
Almost...
She may be bipolar.
I see clearly at least one rhinoplasty, breast augmentation, dermal fillers around the cheek apple. Plus mental illness, and no doubt has to be told all the time she is wonderful.
But what I don’t get, is men will fall for this and put a ring on her finger. Over and over.
If I were a man I would run fast and far.