And yet even fishermen went to sea. They didn’t just sit on the beach and hope a walking or flying fish would make its way there.
Well. You’re a man I guess. I’m a woman, and meeting a
strange man at some juice bar is still not appealing to
me. - I’ve escaped by the skin of my teeth back in the days
when I was still just a naïve country kid trusting of all
people. - The Lord took care of me back then; but I guess
He gets tired of people behaving like Goobers. - I laugh
when I remember back in my 20’s when my dentist had me
wrapping small rubber bands around my front teeth in order
to straighten them. - One day, I ran out of the bands and
wrapped blood red sewing thread around my front teeth
instead. - One morning over in the N. Carolina woods, I
was still in my red quilted housecoat & I had wrapped my
teeth in that thread. - Two men came running up & knocked
on my door. I was naïve and answered the door. - The men
were breathless from running and asked if I’d seen their
dog. I smiled (forgetting the blood red thread). They both
backed up real fast & beat it real fast. - I guess they
thought I was some diseased girl hiding a gun beneath her
housecoat. (Kissing me at that point suddenly did not
appeal to them.) The possibility that this crazy diseased
broad *might just shoot them occurred to them. :o)