Thank you Van Hagar.

I don’t get some women. Sweetheart has not shown for work in the last couple days. I found her on Facebook and asked how her mother was doing. Then I said I wanted to be friends. If you don’t reply I’ll never bother you again.

My medicine by the pretty reckless is playing and I get it.

I’m a hardcore romantic. I buy flowers just because. I write poetry. I cook, I clean, I give full body massages. I’m a tantra master.

And I’ve been celibate for over 10 years now.

4 wives.

That has looking for the one. The one that gets me.

There have been several, several, several women that have applied to my mine.

Here’s the thing about valentine’s day, if you need one day a year to show someone how much you love them, what in the blue holy fuck are you doing with anyone?

My wives, and girlfriends can tell you that I never missed a birthday, anniversary, anything that was important to her.

I didn’t care, but she cared and that was enough for me.

I get I’m a rare commodity. I’m a gentleman who is intelligent. A gentleman who knows how to treat a lady, and will only accept a lady.

A lady needs no make up.

I loved my wives for what they looked like without makeup more than with.

Foolin’ by Def Leppard is playing.

My playlist has it in for me.

I should stop now before…