never too young or old..to make mistakes...

I guess I should say one is never too old, nor too young to go and love someone.

I have always told myself that after taking a lot of women for granted, I have used up my coupons. You see I see this world as a world where the great One handed out coupons, different coupons for different things. You use them up. You can earn new ones. You could also lose all of them and end up with nothing.

And considering the life that I have lived, and ultimately will die off, you could say I use a lot of my coupons. A lot of them. If there is a next life, I might as well have used half of them.

Ask my friends, and they will nod, even perhaps raise a few bottles of beer for me. Though the women and other people on the other side might as well hurl pitchforks and rain fire and brimstones on me.

Anyway, back to where I started.

Wahhhh, meeting someone and then going through that hormonal and emotional rush. Felt so cheesy as I remember them now. They looked like scenes from movies I have seen before (yes, I do watch chick flicks, and I’m comfortable with my so called feminine side, thank you) I wanna tell you the details but you might not believe that I, damon steine, has such a mushy corny lovey dovey side. Hmmm, though thinking about that side, my friends have always pointed out that I am that, and a lot more. Like being a natural flirt. Like using my poetry as baits to trap women.

To cut it short, it was simply..wahhh..words elude me..and to think I pride myself with how I could fashion words and lines to suit my whims!

Now, there’s only one itsy teeny weeny problem.

She is the girlfriend of a close friend. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I am not a poacher. I am not a poacher. I am not a poacher.