It’s just talking

—Critics complain about my so-called “girly” blogs.
That I shouldn’t be so blown away by my incredible success with women.
“They’re faking it!” my critics say. “They’re just being sociable.”
To which I say (“awful temerity, unmitigated gall, and horrific audacity”) if they’re “just faking it,” they’re really good at it.
“We could talk forever,” says my lady-friend at my pharmacy.
She’s head-honcho of that pharmacy, and she’s fairly pretty — pretty enough to intimidate me just a few months ago.
As soon as I appear, she jumps up from her workstation so we can talk.
Her quickness is hardly sexual. I seriously doubt I could sexually attract a girl when I’m age-77, overweight, outta shape, and hardly can walk.
Enter my cousin **** in NC: “none of that matters! What women want most is a guy who will talk with them.”
Add respect, and treat ‘em like real persons.
Plus let ‘em talk to you. I.e: don’t butt in, and don’t cut ‘em off!
A lady-friend tells me how she hates talking with men because they try to take over a conversation.
This Kid doesn’t; I let ‘em talk, and thereby attract lady friends galore.
Over the past six or seven months, Yrs Trly discovered ways to get ladies to start talking with me — like striking up a conversation.
WOMEN WANNA TALK!
The one who ends a conversation with a lady is usually me. Let ‘em start talking with me and they won’t stop.
“We could talk forever, and it sure would be fun, but I gotta buy groceries.”
Apparently striking up a conversation is fairly rare.
This Kid does it a lot: “Here she comes, now say something to her!”
With men I may get shut down, but with women it always works!
If the man is with a woman, I get lunched.
I’m hiking Lehigh Valley RailTrail, and here comes a cute young jogger.
“DO IT DO IT! DO IT! Say something to her!”
She was thrilled: “Yippee, a guy who wants to talk with me, and he’s not hitting on me!”
“I hope we meet again,” she says. —Three times so far.
My so-called “girly” blogs are not about sexual triumph.
They celebrate the fact I can even interact with women at all.
I have this horrible childhood, whereby no female would ever have anything to do with me.
By encouraging them to talk with me I attract lady-friends like crazy.
I have my doubts about “HUMOR HIM; he’s just an old geezer.”
Not when I attract so many lady friends.
And it’s only because I encourage ‘em to talk with me.