Now, I or We, ended up looking at the situation that will eventually engulf the whole world this way:- "if I had my way, and everything was subject to me, what kind of woman would I like with me?"
the answer was obvious;- blond, unattached females like the models on playboy, but without the publicity, yes?[after all, blonde ladies speak straight to one's libido, and there is NO type of woman that i have seen arouse my... cupidity... than blondes, and so, if I can not base my association with females on anything else but sex, why stint?]
Now, there are ten of them, ALREADY existent, so, who are they?
the dutch girl;
the golden haired woman at Fish Hoek library on may 25;
the white haired model-like cloven chin woman the day after, outside the same venue;
the beautiful, small woman who I looked at across the bookshelves at the same library, and who later... posed... for me after the library opened, and I was sitting at the terminal;
the polite to her mom girl who read my expression, as i was mentally blasting miss know it all, and used her voice to clam me down. I had till then ignored her, but i looked twice at her and found myself hooked by her demure beauty, and sexy ass;
the sweetly smiling woman who, when I was... upset... by this small woman's impudence and grating voice, gave me easily the most engaging smile I have ever seen [and GOD had said I would be in for a surprise!]... I mean the blue eyed woman with the crows feet. yeah, I have thought about THAt, and concluded that it is no big deal, I can live with it. She is not bad looking, and they say these things can go away;
The blond chick on the train who when I was following the red-head, made of herself a candidate, and , compared to the red-head, was miles ahead;-same one I would see later in Simonstown, and actually, she was visible this past wednesday, as she waited for a car to pick her up from the station. Apparently she did not want to have me bump into her again, since she maybe concluded that I concluded that she was really crazy.but then blondes ARE crazy; they have no real grip on reality, and well, neither do I, so, of course, I have no problem having women who will not be... normal... in my abnormal world.
Then there is the girl with the dog, on the day of the Xhosa girl, the black haired girl, and me at the beach.Woman in kimono?hey she had some nice legs, hands and body, and face;
there is this girl, who should be mentioned last as she appeared last but since the one who comes after her is rather...controversial... and probably reading my posts, I will mention her NOW:-
she came to the works-shop, with a guy, and they left someone parked in a BMW with some personalised GP plates, and they had been referred to the shop by Francis, and they wanted an antelope, and they had been told we had some. We did not, and made up a story about they being sold, so we offered to make one for her, and send it to her, and she said , after some haggling, OK, and I spent the whole of the next morning making the blasted thing, and Tinashe - rasta- went with it to Cape Town, where she was staying at some lodge near some Jewish synagogue or temple or whatever.
Now the girl had some NICE legs, and a french accent and she happened to happen the day my cousin came by, and i liked everything about her, even the simle dress she wore. She had her back to me most of the time, but whew, she looked sexy, and I found myself sliding towards acquisitiveness instantly.
now, THE LAST one is a bit of a controversy, because I should be saying i hate her, but God was sly, and He knows that if i had settled for some of THESE other women, i would be blaming Him for giving me women who had blemishes and who I could not stand, so, He made sure He did something He had never done with me before, and that is, literally DRAW the girl out for me, and of course, i mean, nicky?.
she is obviously the most beautifulo woman I have ever seen, and she has forced me to sort of pull up my pants and realise that I LIKE beautiful women, although I MUST still point out these two things.
I CAN NOT do things that mean I have to wait for a future harvest, so her daughter stays with her granny, whose life i will spare although butthead dies, that is final. I am not parent material, nor will I have the fool live after all his efforts with me. everyone else may live, but butthead is DEAD meat.
now, I go to Simonstown, and see if there is anyone to speak against THAT, YESSSS!
Oh, and by the way, just as God showed jacob the ladder to climb up and reach God, so I have decided to use ten women to reach the ...apex.
Now I can dominate, right!
bring me MY ten, and these are to be found in the next post, yesss!!!
