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One of my friends (Clenna) sent me this and I enjoyed a big lol because I was thinking along similar lines. I say similar because I might resort to this "IF" I could choose which person got to pat me down. Then I had multiple, consecutive flashbacks of the times I went thought the security line and the individuals who were there manning those lines. NOPE! Don't remember a single one that tripped my trigger, floated my boat, or even tickled my fancy.
One of my friends (Clenna) sent me this and I enjoyed a big lol because I was thinking along similar lines. I say similar because I might resort to this "IF" I could choose which person got to pat me down. Then I had multiple, consecutive flashbacks of the times I went thought the security line and the individuals who were there manning those lines. NOPE! Don't remember a single one that tripped my trigger, floated my boat, or even tickled my fancy.Well, after my last divorce my children were young and I just couldn't face the prospect of reentering the dating game.
"But," I said to myself, " I do miss the whoopee."
When my children got a little older I lived in Los Angeles and I didn't like what I saw out there. Dating could be dangerous.
I said to myself, "I can live without whoopee."
Then I moved to a small town in Missouri I found that there were no suiters available, at least any in which I was interested. The only good ones were already taken and the others had to be drug out of the gutter and cleaned up.
At this point I said to myself, "I don't want whoopee that bad!"
When the kids started moving out and away, I thought that maybe it was time for me to remarry. However, I didn't want to marry someone only to have to nurse him for the rest of my life.
I said to myself, "Big deal, whoopee is over rated."
Now that I am retired I realized that if I found someone now, I wouldn't be able to get naked (or for that matter see him naked).
I said to myself, "Hey, old gal, you don't even want whoopee!"
So, here I sit, typing this blog. I have few major interactions with the world. Therefore, I understand this cartoon completely.
So, I say to myself, "Well. So this is what WHOOPEE has become!" Oh, well, maybe I'll get lucky on my next flight to the East Coast!
"But," I said to myself, " I do miss the whoopee."
When my children got a little older I lived in Los Angeles and I didn't like what I saw out there. Dating could be dangerous.
I said to myself, "I can live without whoopee."
Then I moved to a small town in Missouri I found that there were no suiters available, at least any in which I was interested. The only good ones were already taken and the others had to be drug out of the gutter and cleaned up.
At this point I said to myself, "I don't want whoopee that bad!"
When the kids started moving out and away, I thought that maybe it was time for me to remarry. However, I didn't want to marry someone only to have to nurse him for the rest of my life.
I said to myself, "Big deal, whoopee is over rated."
Now that I am retired I realized that if I found someone now, I wouldn't be able to get naked (or for that matter see him naked).
I said to myself, "Hey, old gal, you don't even want whoopee!"
So, here I sit, typing this blog. I have few major interactions with the world. Therefore, I understand this cartoon completely.
So, I say to myself, "Well. So this is what WHOOPEE has become!" Oh, well, maybe I'll get lucky on my next flight to the East Coast!
POST SCRIPT: Currently, I am taking care of my 99 year old father. There is some IRONY in that isn't there? I did not remarry, but the end game is the same as I am taking care of an old man who I have to give baths!
2010 kt
