You know what-----I am an American boy.
I like fast cars, faster women and beautiful horses.
I drink beer in the shade on hot summer days and have been known to have a shot of Jack or two.
I love good food; I love good food that is prepared fresh and honestly. I don’t want a plate with 3 peas and a carrot artfully presented, I want a meal, a real meal. I want my steak rare, my bisects hot and my waitress to call me honey.
I love women, lord knows I do. They are about the best and worst thing God ever did. They are a puzzle, not one I have figured out, well not yet-but I am working on it. And boy do I love to flirt. If you are a lady between 8 and 80 I am going to flirt with you. The trick is to do it in a non-challenging way. Isn’t any thing better than letting a mom with five kids know she still has it-she will walk away with the hips moving and a smile on herJ face.
Now a scary thing is when one grabs the bait and you didn’t even know you were fishing (so to speak) in that pond, but I guess (though it can scare the be-jesus right out of me) that I can still play the game. But I have to admit I run home to mama as quick as I can. I know where my comfort is.
I am big on the truth-as in not telling lies. You tell a lie-at some time the truth will come out. I had a hooker come in the store tonight and buy a pack of condoms. The super size ones. “Black Guy” I asked. “No” she replied “white guy with asperatations.”
The truth will come out.