The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.
by Regis Boff
One should not ever allow a broken heart to impede the search for romance past the age of twenty-five.
From the age of twenty-six to around thirty-five romantic pains should register only as the briefest of humiliations.
One should plod through their late thirties to around fifty well aware that nearly every woman you meet will eventually be seen as either a missed opportunity or with a well of relief that you have escaped their flawless horror.
From fifty on one of two things should have happened to you. You are stably in true love (me) or you have access to a sense of humor that can attract any woman you might want at your convenience.