50 Years Younger ? And you have prostate cancer and radiation !
Did Uncle Billy's Evil Spirit come and possess you ? that sounds like something he'd do, but his last trophy girl found out he had no money and dumped him 10 years before he died.
Now unless you are wealthy or she's got access to your account's no it's not love or sex. You better run fast and I mean fast.
Yea yea yea. I heard it all from all my remaining friends. Trust me I put everything in her face repeatedly--every possible motive she might have, literally every trauma-based concern about relationships that I built-up over the decades--while she tried to convince me for several months that she was sincere. Possibly just the kind of "inherent bias" that appraiser's must avoid, but we never have a quite moment together, although I literally can't remember ever having a single conversation with any of the previous 10,000 relationships, some as long as for years, and also seven years. She found out how wealthy I am since 95% of my appraisal assignments died along with a relationship with the only AMC I was ever affiliated with, unexpectedly several months ago, without realizing just how f'g broke *** I am, having made every wrong investment, and 95% every wrong wager, continually for four decades min. I'm fortunate with a baseline, guaranteed $70K annual lifetime retirement income, but as you are well aware, $70K Anywhere in SoCal barely covers rent/food/gas/absolutes. Kicker is that now I no longer booze it up all night, or gamble, or snort, or vacation, or devote a moment ever to enjoy life, I have less $$$$ in the bank than when I caddied at local CC back home growing up in what then was a flourising steel mill town in the northern panhandle of WV, just a few miles from Pittsburgh, PA--where the family home remains rented, top dollar monthly rent for a 3/2 SFR, of $700, where I can relocate back home, grab a tri-state app license for WV-OH-PA that are within 10 miles of each other, and reduce my annal living expenses by $40k - $50k. But there's gotta be more to life that that, or this. As as aside, my annual physical just revealed 65 pounds of weight lost, BP of about 115/60, Chlosesteral down from lifetime 250 to 125, Gluclose down by 50% to the extent that my full-blown T2 diabetes is now below the low end of the pre-diabetes scale, even the tell tale PSA declined from 29 to 4.5. I turned 74 yesterday but I seriously need about 40 more to get everything done that needs to be done. The wolf is knocking at the door as always, Oncology is ringing the phone, got two days before the electricity gets shut off, 3 weeks late for a haircut, check-engine light been on the AMG Benz for 3 weeks, Endo advised yesterday of the immediate need for FOUR root canals, hometown Steelers might start the season withot a QB, Riverside PD still never got the vatos who kidnapped n robbed me in a home invasion robbery with a loaded pistol a few years ago, smacked the car into a pole in front of a restaurant yesterday and had to speed away with people yelling for me to stop--but there are lots of other restaurants, and lots of other job opportunities, as I wait for a referral to the Kaiser fertility clinic to determine whether they can salvage what's left of my ego for use in the future....but only this one woman who just might, maybe, despite the odds, be a Dreamgirl rather than another of life's disappointments--but how many girls in their lives ever gonna find a beautiful woman who says she isn't concerned that the pending radiation therapy will ruin my physicality, and probably my libido as well, because she loves me! Best of Times. Worst of Times. Blah Blah Blah.......