There was some sort of gathering today, laid on by the township. It was also the luthier's birthday so I felt it was my duty to attend. I met a most magnificent woman, my age, a fellow dog lover, and she is in any and all respects much like myself: deeply lonely, eccentric, a great dancer, a lover of fine wine, a parent (with children about the age of mine own) and more importantly, a broad minded person, spiritually. It would be no great exaggeration to say that I have fallen in love with her, and perhaps - God willing - her with I.
Another, younger, yet not leastways unattractive young lady approached me and came between us during the festivities. I ignored her, completely, and offered the lady mine own age a drink. (When one courts a woman, there can be not even the slightest hint of another woman present: one must make her feel like she is the only woman in the world, which she is, to all intents and purposes). The lady in question is a furniture restorer, so much so that she now teaches other furniture restorers their craft. I love her, very much. She has hair as dappled with grey as mine own, peppered with a like, venerable touch. She is deeply lonely, and yearns for a man's touch. From her own testimony, I would do my best to reassure her, and make advances on less than honourable motives. Likewise, she reciprocated, and our touches were not unlike a young couple courting for the first time. Alas, it is not like this. She is confident, my age, having had relationships with many a man. Even so, I shall persue her as best I can (so long as she does not spurn my attentions, like Actaeon before Diana). When things reached fever pitch (the very summa or height of drunkeness, I told her as much). I said, "You are the most magnificent woman in the world. I love you." In truth, this is actually how I felt about her, and indeed feel about her. Her haunches are round. Her breasts: fine, well formed, a magnet for any many with a pulse. She dances well, is well spoken, hard working, and thus has all the qualities in a woman that I look for. Who would spurn a young mid-twenties blond in exchange for such a lady? Myself. I would sooner court her, as a gentleman, than have some meaningless fling with some blond bimbo.
Jo likes dogs and horses (exactly as I do). She is hard working, well spoken, bright, familial. I feel we may make a good match, maybe, God willing.
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