Older men and younger women.

I think danieljean has it right. Sort of sad and pathetic.

cyphercat, I did go you know? I didn't drive my beautiful car with a dazzler beside me. I jetted for the weekend instead.

I almost didn't go at all but then Patti, the aging, All American girl of my childhood (one of them) who is now divorced and no longer living in Switzerland begged me to come. I went.

Naturally since I am from where I am from. the old natives were all anxious to know what this California boy was up to these days. Oh such a pity. I looked around, surveyed the crowd; all I can say is time has been very good to me. Some of my old friends were just that literally . . .old! If you get my drift.

For three days and nights we partied. It came time to leave. I told them I wanted to stay. Maybe I did, maybe I didn't.

Fly-over country was beneath the dark blanket as the jet rapidly covered the Continent. When the wheels of the jet hit the runway on The Coast I could think of only one thing; Jack you old devil, it is time to party!

See how Jack does things cyphercat? Hmmmmm?

Here's an old fart joke for anyone who may see it as relevant.

"Some friends of an old guy decided to get him something special for his birthday. They bought him a hooker. She went to his house and knocked on the door. Upon opening it she said "Hi I am your birthday present." He responded, "What am I supposed to do with you?" "I am yours for super sex", she answers. He replies: "Well I am 68 years old so I will take the soup."

...and purely for balance, here's one for the ladies....

Two old ladies were rocking in their chairs on the nursing home porch. One says "Martha, do you remember the minuet?" Martha answers "Heck, I don't even remember the ones I slept with."

construct or not...the person behind jack webbs is a sad and lonely creature.

Nobody living near the Glitterdome in Earthquake country is sad and lonely dagmarka. We are preoccupied folk. :wink:

You are right. I am an alien.

You mean a construct?

*thinking this is all a joke grenade...still waiting*

bm

it is.

One long dragged out joke..

Jack Webbs, it sounds like you're doing a lot of game playing.

I'd rather just be myself. It might sound boring to you, but it works out better for me. Plus, all that game playing sounds exhausting!

You may be right, Lone Haranger. :wink:

Stray Cat is cool too!



Stray Cat would like to go for a ride in your little red sports car.

If you ever get tired of your little red sports car, please send it to Stray Cat!

Well, you already have the necessities to drive such a car Stray Cat. The bucket seat is adjustable, you'd have no problem managing the peddles or looking over the steering wheel.

The car is a major attraction. I have had women jump right into the passenger seat as I cruised the beach on a busy Saturday afternoon.

It's funny, I have two friends that had cars like mine; one was white the other metallic brown (the cars.) Although their girlfriends loved those cars they didn't as wives. Within a matter of weeks both guys sold their cars. Their new wives would not allow them to keep them.

One guy bought a Japanese sporstcar of identical color. I think it was in hopes nobody would notice the difference under the paint; a brown car is a brown car you know?

The other guy, the one that owned the white car, now drives a gray, 4-dr family sedan. Even though he and his new wife are much too old to have children. It too is made in Japan.

That sort of thing or anything like it would never happen to Jack. My German car is part of my life. I must have it. I'd be like a duck out of water, a bullfighter without a bull.

When I was doing Rita in Santa Clarita she had a two car garage; storage on one side her Lexus on the other. Rita in Santa Clarita always made certain that garage was vacant in order to accommodate my car. Lexus stayed parked on the other side of the driveway until I left.

And I just don't date women if I find out they cannot accommodate my car. Think I'd park my car at curbside? No way. That's just the way I am.

Plus even if they can accommodate my fine car, if I find out they live in a bad neighborhood? Everything is off. I just don't fool around.

The depth is frightening.

snood, ....I....I think I love you!

Sorry for breaking in here, but I need some clarification.

Just can't wade through 18 pages.

I seem to remember Jack is in his mid-sixties.

What age group are we talking about as far as women?

Also, are we talking about women who can carry on an intelligent coversation, or ones for whom riding around in whatever type of car you're talking about is enough?

Serious inquiry, just trying to get the Cliff notes on this thread.