Why Do All The Men I Meet SOAK The Dishes In The Sink Instead Of Just Doing Them?

Is it some sort of male ritual? I'm desperately trying to sort out the differences between men and women and having a hard time even living with one for more than a week or two. I'm being perfectly honest here. This is MY blog. I always asked my EX-husband why he never made dinner and HIS excuse was ALWAYS well I never know what you can have....well I seem to recall dining with him for 6 years and there must have been one meal that lodged itself in his delicate Gearhead Cranium? No? At any rate I find myself rescuing yet another Nowhere Man from the psych ward of the local hospital. Will I EVER LEARN? Meps. That means NO in Saturday Night Live lingo. So I wander from SEX guy to Loser man and back to the 30 guys on my yahoo personal sight afraid even to make the first connection. Do they put the toilet seat down so I don't have to fall in at 3am? Do they wash dishes beyond the first IN LOVE period which in my estimation is about 3 months. Do they bathe or brush their tooth? Do they drive or work? More importanly do they mow and rake?

The pix above is from time spent at my best friend Oinks having a ball for a pre-Halloween party. We rocked. His son Karsten rocked. People have to be on the same page or wavelength I see. Otherwises there is no mental chemistry and it's all sort of duddish. It's about time, it's about space..the space between your ears. I mean I'm sure I could find hundreds of proficient lovers but who can enter my delicate gray matter gingerly and leave just as quietly as they entered without damaging anything. It's fragile in there. Lemme post those photos and see what it feels like to blog again........I'll be BOK.......................

Suzawanda Swarzeneggerhead