Good Morning America and Happy Halloween - Here’s what’s cooking in the Discovery Zone!

Let's get this Breakfast Rodeo started with a layout of the ingredients:

Carrots, Sweet Onions, Jalapeno and Sweet Red Pepper, Fuji Apple, Fresh Pineapple, Squash, Jasmine Rice and Eggs.

Veggies get seasoned with salt, pepper and the Curry Powder - Garam Masala - Allspice mix.

Fruit gets salt and cinnamon.

"Hard" Veggies and Fruit in first for a smoking hot skillet saute and roll for 3 minutes.... then in with the Soft Veggies and Fruit for another 3 minutes.

3 eggs with a shot of balsamic, kikkoman, half and half and a sprinkle of salt, pepper and the same spice mix.

Throw in a cup of precooked Jasmine rice and mix.

Reduce heat and pour in the egg mix.

And cover and let the magic go for 3 minutes on low heat.

There ya go.

An all in one light, nutritious and delicious skillet dish that will last several meals.

Garnish with shavings of Pecorino Romano, Organic Raspberries, Mint and Salted Almonds.

There's a Fast and Easy 10 minute Trick or Treat America!

On the Lighter and more Culinary side of Resolution

Creamy Southern Grits with Olive Oil, shavings of Smoked Gouda with Mediterranean herbs, Green Chile Pork Sausage, Tomatoes and Blueberries.

That'll do Pig.... That'll do.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjQtzV9IZ0Q

Thrust and Resolution - Life’s Lightning Bolt

It has been a busy week.

Lots of Progress on Physical, Emotional, Relational and Spiritual issues.

But Today is a day of Reflection for me.

No workouts - No strenuous activity.

Time to Think, Absorb and Resolve.

Thrust and Resolution is a physical phenomena that predicts the ebb and flow of Life.

It is the inclined Lightning Bolt of the Path of Life that allows Progress and Promotion but demands Rest, Recuperation and Recovery in its Resolution.

3 steps forward 2 steps back is the layman's description of Fibonacci Ratios and Retracements.

The Mathematical Thrust and Resolution of Life.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fibonacci

Coming from the Wisest Man the World has ever known

From Dust we came and to Dust we will return.

It is the Way of the World.

My favorite book of the Bible, Ecclesiastes, expresses the plight of man, the best.

Of all the lessons in the Bible, this is the most meaningful to me for it embodies the overwhelming hopelessness and helplessness of Man.

Ecclesiastes 1 New International Version (NIV)

Everything Is Meaningless

1 The words of the Teacher,[a] son of David, king in Jerusalem:

2 "Meaningless! Meaningless!"
says the Teacher.
"Utterly meaningless!
Everything is meaningless."

3 What do people gain from all their labors
at which they toil under the sun?

4 Generations come and generations go,
but the earth remains forever.

5 The sun rises and the sun sets,
and hurries back to where it rises.

6 The wind blows to the south
and turns to the north;
round and round it goes,
ever returning on its course.

7 All streams flow into the sea,
yet the sea is never full.
To the place the streams come from,
there they return again.

8 All things are wearisome,
more than one can say.
The eye never has enough of seeing,
nor the ear its fill of hearing.

9 What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun.

10 Is there anything of which one can say,
"Look! This is something new"?
It was here already, long ago;
it was here before our time.

11 No one remembers the former generations,
and even those yet to come
will not be remembered
by those who follow them.

Wisdom Is Meaningless.

There you have it.

So says Solomon.

So Who Am I to disagree.

Sometimes You have to Lose Friends to Save Yourself

"It is a Labor of Love that is Raw, Uncut and Real Time Straight from my Heart, Mind and Life to You".

That's from the description of this blog at the top of the page.

And it's true. My offerings are a dossier of my life, my thoughts and the experiences I have, mistakes I make, what I learn and people I interact with.

"Raw, Uncut and Real Time"....

That pretty much sums it up.

My Life - Our Lives and how it happens.

You don't get re-do's and rewinds on Life Events.

You can't throw a flag and challenge the call.

No Tivo, no DVR, no Pause button.

Life, Love and Circumstance is the Final and Minute to Minute Arbiter.

Things are said and done that can't be taken back - that can't be fixed.

And you just have to accept that fact and move on.

With that said - here is a personal note to a Friend.

You spent a lot of Time and Energy attempting to invalidate and diminish a post, a concept and a documentation of Life Events that was very important to me.

You also used a ploy which I have been victim of many times by Women and Men alike - manipulation and exclusion of the Truth to further your efforts of criticizing and diminishing the Truths I painstakingly recalled and revealed.

If my ego is fragile, it is because it has been broken many times by actions, events and encounters documented in the "Me Too" post AND by responses like yours.

And if my documentation, chronology and public revelations of content and events in this matter hurt you in any way - I apologize.

It is the Setbacks, the Regrets, the Mistakes.....

And the Pain -

That make Life meaningful.

And One Truism prevails.

The Ones We Hurt are always.

The Ones We Care about Most.

At the end of the Day and this Life, for all of those I have offended and hurt, all I can say is...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OzvasAJIHb4

Opinions are like Assholes.... Everybody has One

It's an old saying that I had to pull out of the Deep East Texas archives when responding to a "friend" of mine who was doing a face to face followup regarding her written "attack" of one of my recent posts.

The lady had commented on my "Me Too - Yeah Men can be Victims too" post.  Her contentious rebuttal was that the "Me Too" was about Sexual Harassment of Women by Men and that my post had very little to do with that in regards of the converse of that.

I just did my best shit-eating grin back at her pasted on eternal smile (remember I don't trust people who smile all the time) and said....

"That's OK.  Opinions are like Assholes.... Everybody has one just like every Asshole has an Opinion".

She walked away trying to figure out whether I was calling her an Asshole or not.

I guess - if the shoe fits - Cinderella - wear it!

Here's the post of contention for reference -

http://willsonwheels.blogspot.com/2017/10/me-too-yeah-men-can-be-victims-too.html

And in the original text exchange with her, I did make it clear that was NOT the "Message of the Market" or the post - i.e. all about Sexual Harassment. What I was trying to convey was that because Men are wired differently from Women, victimization of Men by Women can take many different forms, some of which may be more long term damaging to the Men than Sexual Harassment is to Women.

I tried to conclude the fast declining text communication by simply stating, and I am paraphrasing for brevity....

"Hey I've tried to explain my position.  Sorry you don't agree.  At the end of the day,  it's my blog and I'll write what I want how I want and if you don't like it, don't read it or go start your own blog".

This explanation was probably a little more aggressive than it needed to be but was presented in the context of a private text conversation.

My dear "fiend" (yes - there is no msp there) decided to cut / paste our text conversation into the "Comments" section of the WRONG post ("I'm just a Simple Man" - which tells you something right there - Geez if you're gonna criticize a post, at least do it on the correct post) AND to delete the sections of the text where I attempted to explain my position and the basis of the post and just present the snippet where I said "It's my blog and I'll cry if I want to" section.

Naturally, I copied the entire sequence of texts into my reply so that all my 4.5 readers would know the entire Truth not just the Truth this valued reader was trying to craft.

Which gets me back to the whole purpose, context and content of this post.

Expressing your opinion in the environment of a discussion, exchange or dialog especially if there is disagreement.

There's several points I want to convey on this whole subject so, as I have said many times, because of my propensity for lists.... here's my list of thoughts on the subject matter:

First, try not to enter into any point of potentially contentious discussion without doing your own due diligence.  This is another way of saying "Know Your Shit!"

In connection with and in support of this notion, I have found Confirmation Bias - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Confirmation_bias - to be a disease that has infected a large percentage of the population in Santa Fe NM.

Confirmation bias, also called confirmatory bias or myside bias,^{[Note 1]} is the tendency to search for, interpret, favor, and recall information in a way that confirms one's preexisting beliefs or hypotheses.^[1] It is a type of cognitive bias and a systematic error of inductive reasoning. People display this bias when they gather or remember information selectively, or when they interpret it in a biased way. The effect is stronger for emotionally charged issues and for deeply entrenched beliefs. 

Confirmation bias is an inherent characteristic of all human behavior.  I am subject to it and sometimes servant to it just like everybody else.

However, because I am aware of the negative aspects of it, I do my best to keep an open mind, listen respectfully and present what I think to be true based on my interpretation of the data and information, in a somewhat "Hey - here are my sources; here is my data; this is the basis for my thinking" sort of way.

Which segues into my 2nd point on Opinion.

If you are discussing any subject of substance, you should be able to provide specific sources of information, links, source material that support or at least give some basis to your position.

This one little element - Present Your Data - does several Positive Things that can keep a Discussion on a Discussion basis as opposed to it degrading it into an Argument.

Exchange of information is just that.  It is intended to provide new information to the "interested" party.  Note I said "interested" party because, again, my experience is that most people who suffer from CB (Confirmation Bias), which is most people, are not interested in taking in new information especially when it challenges their CB.

Another thing that providing data to a discussion partner does is that it directs or at least guides the discussion to focus on data and information rather than the people involved.

The only times I have ever encountered personal attacks, criticisms or denigration in a discussion is when the other party failed to acknowledge, examine or consider the data, experiences or background information I was providing as a basis for my opinion.

My 3rd rule of thumb on exchanging opinion is to keep an Open Mind and Listen Intelligently and with an Error on the Side of Compassion for the Passion that the other individual may be conveying in their disclosure of opinion.

As stated in the definition above, CB is almost always deeply rooted in emotion and emotion usually comes from personal history or experience and some of it may not be pretty and some of it may be pretty painful.

I am always curious about what lies beneath.  And the deeper the emotion conveyed in the conversation on any subject matter, the more likely the deeper the issue is in that person's mind and memory.

Questions like the following are ways of getting the other person to reveal the Real Reason for their Opinion Season:

"How did you get involved with this?"

"Sounds like you've spent a lot of time thinking about this - what drives your passion for this?"

"Was there a seminal event or some change or crisis that made you become a voice for this cause?"

Finally, one technique I use to challenge and motivate a discussion of disclosure of opinions is what I call "Fire for Effect".

Even if I have no specific opinion or position on a subject, I will present information or dialog that challenges the other participant's point of view and tests their mettle for "Material Support".

Basically, it's a "Do you know your Shit?" Test.

In most cases, it's kind of a shot across the bow just to see what the person is made of.

Do they represent an Informed Opinion?

Do they follow any semblance of the Scientific Method in forming their opinion?

Or do they just use the latest news broadcast on CNN, Fox News or the local newspaper to fill their data banks?

Which results in them just being a Parrot for the Media.

There's a lot of Opinion that can be expressed on Opinions.

I would submit that it is better to have an Informed, Open and Data-based Opinion.

Lest you become just another....

Asshole with an Opinion.

Sometimes you have to take it to a Higher Plane

Every once in a while a song and a circumstance will converge and I lay back and close my eyes and listen to the melody and lyrics and am transported to a place and time that merges fantasy and reality.

And for a moment I am free of this world -

On the 18th floor balcony....

https://youtu.be/usdIB4aU1fQ

I'd rather be Rare than Well Done but never Over Easy

Where do I come up with these titles - right?

Well it's pretty simple.

Life, Love, Art and Music and yes, even creative writing and cooking is all about Bait and Hook.

You have to throw something in the water that a fish wants to bite.... something alluring, something that makes a passing fish wanna swim over and take a look.

So Bait and Hook.

I look for things like that all the time in observations, people watching and discussions.

Hidden meanings, double entendres and triple somersaults of the spoken word are there in everyday life in perfect gymnastic and geometric balance if you just look for them and are deviant and imbalanced enough to pick up on such things.

So I was talking to this lady friend of mine who is a really nice and normal lady and I was textually wondering why she was even giving me the time of day because of how ODD I am.

And she replied, "I don't view you as "odd".... perhaps "rare" is a better word."

Well - the way my mind works and with my knowledge and passion for cooking, thoughts began splintering into many paths and the extensions of those paths to more meaningful things in life and so there you go....

"I'd rather be Rare than Well Done but never Over Easy".

So with that little unsolicited explanation of the thin line between Insanity and whatever lies on the other side of my Mind, let's put a little substance to this analogous Meat and Egg Breakfast.

And for those who like their Meat cooked Well Done, just bear with me and my meat will ya?

Because the Message is in the Meat.... or maybe the Meat is the Message.... or maybe I've Massaged this Meat Message too much.  See what I mean?

Meat cooked Rare - while freaking a lot of people out - is at its height of taste and nutrition.

As I am fond of saying when cooking meat or specifying a meat being cooked for me....

"It's already Dead.  No need to kill it twice".

Which is what you do when you cook any piece of meat (including pork or chicken) absolutely well done.

There is no color, no texture and no taste.  It becomes what I refer to as "brown food" - the Life and Love having been completely drained from it.

I see a lot of people in the World that are Well Done.

They got the Money, the Power, the "Life" but all the Vitality, all the Vitamins and Nutrition, all the Tastes and Flair for Flavor is gone from their Existence.

It's all about Looking Good, driving the Right Car, having the right Political and Environmental Position and saying things the right way and never offending the Sense and Sensibilities of those around them while always posturing their Pomp and Circumstance.

On the outside they look like any other beautifully cooked Rib Eye but when you cut into them and see what's inside you see there's nothing there - just dried out Meat.

A nice piece of steak done on high heat sears the seasonings on the outside that creates an inescapable barrier for the juices inside.

Cooked the proper time and allowed to rest, a cut into this meat reveals a beautifully pink and juicy inner core that contrasts with the hard spicy coating and releases its au jus to combine and flavor the other parts of the meal around it.

Hard, Spicy, near Blackened Outside - Juicy and Tender inside - that ring a dinner or relational bell with you?

What happens with a dried out piece of meat?  Invariably you have to pour some moisturizer on it like butter or oil or coat it with gravy just to make it palatable.

So now you know how I like my steak and how my steak resembles me.

So what about my eggs?

Well believe it or not, I'm kind of on medium ground.

I've had eggs cooked Over Easy and sometimes there's just a little too much juice, i.e. runny whites.

So when I order eggs, I order them "Over Medium - No Runny Whites".

I get the best of both worlds - a Consistent White and a Runny Yolk.

For me, it's the optimum balance between flavor and consistency.  Hmmm flavor with consistency.... let me think about that.

Now in the Metaphorical Cooked Egg World of Humans, I would also never want to be Over Easy.

I want to challenge the normal and acceptable  - whatever that means.

Nothing in My World has been "Easy" up to this point and perhaps that has skewed and directed my Life Approach.

I want my Life, my Existence and my Presence to be a Challenge to the World around me, to those I come in contact with and to Myself.

I may not be liked but it is unlikely I will go unnoticed.

And of course, the bleeding heart psychiatrists and counselors of the World will just say....

"Aaah, Poor Man who is still a Boy craving for Attention", to which I would just say first....

Fuck You Very Much -

And Second -

Ain't we all craving attention and more power to those at least interesting or audacious enough to turn yours their way.

So at the Beginning of the Day,

I will take my Steak Rare and my Eggs Never Over Easy.

And at the End of the Day....

I will take and make my Life and my Existence the same way.

And just maybe as a result -

You will Remember the Name.

You ready?! Let's go!
Yeah, for those of you that wanna know what I'm all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon)

This is ten percent luck
Twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of WILL
Five percent pleasure
Fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember MY name.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VDvr08sCPOc

Me Too.... Yeah Men can be Victims too

The whole "Me Too" movement seems to be the latest effort in exposing the abuse that women have experienced with men.

And let me say right off the bat, I get it.  I understand that it exists, that it's real and far too commonplace.

And on behalf of all Men who Value Women for the most Incredible Creations God has put on this Earth....

I am truly sorry.

But let me submit to you a far less common but still undeniable reality.

Men can be Victims too.

Of women.

So what is a Victim anyway?

vic·tim

ˈviktəm/

noun

1. a person harmed, injured, or killed as a result of a crime, accident, or other event or action.

   synonyms:

   sufferer, injured party, casualty; More

   • a person who is tricked or duped.

     "the victim of a hoax"

     synonyms:

     loser, prey, stooge, dupe, sucker, quarry, fool, fall guy, chump;

Hmmm..... Ok.

So what basis do I have for the assertion that Men can be Victims too?

My Life... and many events that have occurred in it.

Let me just start, from the beginning, of my Life.

And some experience I had with my Mother.

My Mother had mental issues. She suffered with depression.  Now this was back in the day - mid to late 60's, when psychiatry and all the drugs and counseling techniques that go with it, were not so developed and widely accepted.  And there were likely contributing factors to her underlying tendencies - you see, my Dad had anger issues.  No need to go into all the details but suffice it to say he could be an abusive sonofabitch.

No doubt this had a negative effect on my mother and her mental well being.  Bottom line is my mother had suicidal tendencies.  Or at least she expressed them to me, as a 6-year old boy, in a series of hysterical, gut grabbing, crying fits she would have where she talked about killing herself.

This shit went on for years and years.  I remember seeing her crying and sobbing on the floor and hugging her and comforting her and saying "No Mommy, Don't Kill Yourself".

What a way to spend a childhood right?  Trying to keep your mother from killing herself.

Anyway - like I said - this shit went on for years, till one day - I think I was 14 - she pulled that shit on me one too many times and I finally had enough.

This time I stood over my Mother and said.....

"You know what?  Why don't you just shut up and Kill Yourself and put us all out of your Misery!"

Does this kind of childhood trauma qualify as abuse by a Woman?

Fuck - I don't know - You tell me, but it damn sure didn't do me any good.

Fast forward about 20 years and I just got married.  Me and my Wife are back 3 days from our honeymoon and I have to dig her out of bed with her former boyfriend.

Yeah - Me Too.

Oh and don't even get me started on how Women victimize Men financially and it's all legal-like.

It's called Family Law aka Fuck the Husband / Father.

Let me lay it out to you as straight as I can.

I know several Women who have made Vocations / Careers / Fortunes out of marrying - having kids - divorcing.

Like multiple fucking times.  And yes - they use Sex as a Weapon of War / Conquest / Financial Gain.

And each marriage / divorce / child support check is another investment in their Retirement Plan.

Another Case in Point.

I have firsthand knowledge / witness of a Woman who is a Holy Terror in her Household - verbally and physically abusing her husband and many other members of her family.  The lady is a fucking psycho and, for whatever reason, her poor husband and other family members just take it.

For no justified reason, this lady had one of her Manic Moments and attacked me in her own home and let me just say this lady is bigger than me - like 5'8" and 220 lbs.

In a fit of rage, she grabbed me by the throat and I grabbed her hand in defense and as I found out later, broke her hand in the process.

And I know of many other cases where Men are mentally, emotionally and yes - physically abused by Women.

In this day and age, there are a LOT of Women who can physically kick a Man's ass.

And finally, let me relate a most recent discussion I had with a lady friend of mine.

The subject was women exploiting men for sex.

She had been reading my blog and referenced a post I had recently written describing a short period of time I spent with a woman who was just out to use me for sex.

http://willsonwheels.blogspot.com/2017/10/what-happens-when-you-put-sex-first.html

The lady friend scoffed at the concept that any man could be taken advantage of sexually by a woman because, as she said, and I am paraphrasing....

"Yeah right..... like a man could ever be a sexual victim of a woman. That's all most men want anyway".

It kinda pissed me off because frankly, I don't think like that and I don't act like that.

And just to add more fuel to the fire, I have had several occasions in Santa Fe where I am convinced a significant portion of the elderly female population are pumped up on female hormones and are just looking to get as many fucks in as they can before they kick the bucket.

Which is probably not a bad thing, but, again, it kinda makes you rethink what gender is wearing the "Sexual Predator" hat - right?

Or better yet - they wanna trade Sex for you being their Handy Man.... and I'm literally talking the guy that fixes up their house.  Oh yeah Baby, come over and fix my leaky pipe and I'll cook you dinner and fuck you.

In most cases, the slogan "Just Say No" comes to mind, because frankly the dinner and the sex ain't worth the manhours put in on the work.

Geez - I could go on and on about this and make an extended list of examples of Women abusing Men but I guess I'll just leave you with this.

As Counter-intuitive and Counter-culture as it may seem,

Men can be Victims too.

I'm just a Simple Man....

With a lot of Shit going on in my Mind, Body and Spirit.

The word "Intense" keeps popping up in conversations I'm having with people and the description is pointed at me.

I get it. I'm used to it.

And yeah.... I resemble that remark.

Maybe it's the 3 cups of strong coffee I have every morning or the 20 minutes of stretching and exercises I do to get this aging body in a somewhat normal running or rather walking mode or all the good food and supplements I consume.

Or it could be the 6 - 8 hours of rock and metal music I listen to everyday.

Or the excitement I get from downshifting down to 2nd on 420 horses of Coyote 5.0 wedged underneath the long hood of the Lady in Red I call my 2014 Mustang GT and punching that bitch to the floor and feeling her ass swing left and right down Cerillos while leaving some Pirelli P-Zeros on the pavement.

Nothing like having a beautiful woman's ass move beneath you.  You feel me?

Or putting my broken and pained body through an hour and a half of Gary Dinh Torture aka a customized Praxis workout designed to restore the same broken and pained body and make it stronger, faster and with a bigger engine.

Or feeling the music of a good live band make an electrical current through my body that makes it twitch, pop and curl to every note.

Or standing on the top of a 12000' ridge breathless and wondering at how lucky I am to enjoy the beauty surrounding me.

Or the way I look her in the eyes and make her feel what I feel for her even if there is no return of the same.

Yeah I'm an intense mother fucker and one of these days I'm gonna meet an intense daddy fucker.

One who doesn't turn her head or shade her eyes from the Sun that burns so bright.

And who runs toward the Fight and not away from it.

Someone who meets My Intensity with the Same Intensity of her own.

And who accepts who I am and what I am and doesn't envision the changes required to make me what she wants me to be.

It takes a lot of Energy and Effort to deal with a person like me.

But it's worth it.

Because I put the same Intensity into the Love I show to those I choose to be with.

And when all the Intensity is said and done, I'm just a....

Simple Man.

I love my Family..... I love my Country.... and one of these days.....

I'll love my Woman.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rgFQ6WmxdMs

What Happens When You Put Sex First

Kind of a compelling and interesting post title - right?

It's been a while since I posted. Maybe I lost my MoJo or my writer's inspiration or frankly, nothing has happened in my life recently that's worth writing about.

Because that's kinda what this blog is all about - a documentary of my life experiences, learnings and missives.

And while 2016 was the Year of Living Dynamically -

http://willsonwheels.blogspot.com/2016/12/2016-year-of-living-dynamically.html

I can't say the same of 2017.

It's obviously not over yet but I guess if I had to classify it or label it, I might call it the "Year of Pain and Resolution".

That old nemesis of mine - Mr Pain - has returned - in more ways than one.

A bone to bone left shoulder, lower back and an overly used and abused right knee has me in constant pain along with additional new pains in my right elbow, wrist and hand.

Perhaps that's why my social life has not been so Stellar this year.  I simply don't have the desire or energy to venture out and spend energy and time meeting and getting to know someone.

I don't venture into the world of on-line dating perhaps believing stupidly that if something is gonna happen, it should happen in a random and unexpected way - a chance meeting planned and perpetrated by the powers that bring 2 people together.

Or some such bullshit as that.

Anyway, let me get back on track and relate a little experience that happened to me recently and what I learned or should I say re-learned from it.

A couple of months ago, I was doing a night walkabout in the Santa Fe Plaza and had made a passthrough at the La Fonda checking out the band.  I was exiting onto the street and there were 2 ladies in front of me.  Naturally, I opened the door for them, as is required from a Texas boy under any circumstances.

I don't remember the exact opening line of the conversation that ensued as I was about to go my merry and solitary way, but the tall redhead of the pair said....

"I just want you to know you're beautiful and I've been stalking you for the last 2 years."

Well - you can imagine the potential options, responses and reactions that blew up in my head when I heard this.

First - Holy Shit - do I run, fight, play dumb, ignore her or just play along for the fun of it?

You know me - I ain't got the sense God gave an ant regarding women so I just stopped and turned around and said something to the effect....

"Oh really.  And what would possess you to be stalking me?"

And as I said this, I got my first really good look at this lady.

First off, I was looking eye to eye with her which was blue eye to green eye - or maybe I was looking up at her slightly cause this woman was an Amazon - and the glowing, predator like green eyes were framed by long, flowing Rapunzel red hair...

And the first thing I thought was - Fuck Dude - if you know what's good for you, you will just Run not Walk away from this Beast as fast as you can.

But like the Son of Zeus trying to avoid the death wielding gaze of Medusa, I paused.

Maybe it was Curiosity.... Maybe it was Ego.... Maybe it was Stupidity.

I don't know but I paused long enough to have a conversation with this lady and wing woman in which I learned she had been shadow dancing with my oblivious ass several times and she and her sidekick were convinced I was some European / Scandinavian visitor to the Southwest.

Hearing this I figured - Fine I'll just throw a Curve Ball back at this lady and get rid of her real quick knowing how Santa Fe women loathe Texas men so with my best Texas drawl I responded....

"No Ma'am - I'm not from Europe.  I'm about as much of a Deep East Texas Red Neck as you'll ever meet".

Well damned if that didn't add fuel to the fire cause the lady responded....

"OMG - Your voice and the way you talk does not match how you look.  I had imagined that you would be a stuck up European guy but you're not that way at all".

Anyway, this lady proceeded to tell me things on this first chance encounter on the street that made it pretty obvious that the only thing she was interested in was having sex with me.

So - counter to my conservative nature and moral and ethical viewpoints on such matters - I rolled with it.

I told her "You know - I really appreciate how direct and straightforward you are in expressing yourself.  You make me curious and that hasn't happened in a long time".

So I got her name and number and then went my merrier way.

Cue up Hurricane Harvey and a 3-week stint in Texas with my social return to Santa Fe beginning with a late night visit to Boxcar to dance with a friend of mine.

Upon walking in to Boxcar, what do I see but the Tall, Crazy Red Headed Bitch (and I haven't used the term Crazy Bitch for a long time) sitting on a chair looking straight at me with those laser green eyes and a smile that looked like an Alpha Female Wolf gazing at a helpless Piggie in a Pen.

So true to my Defiance in the face of Death Nature (think Mouse throwing a Middle Finger at a Descending Eagle scenario), I flashed my best Texas smile and strode straight over to her and planted the most passionate, wet kiss on her that I could summon.

The look of shock and surprise that I saw on her face was a clear indicator that she realized in a micro moment that I was no Victim in any situation especially one that involved a physical encounter with any Man, Woman or Beast.

And also true to my nature of being a guy that dances with who brung him, I danced the night with the friend I came with, excluding the She Wolf from any satisfaction of preference - which probably added more fuel to her fire of intended sexual conquest.

What ensued in the following week is not something I will disclose in detail but will reveal in context.

I gave the Lady what she wanted - which was a couple of sexual encounters with the Fantasy she had made up in her mind - only this was her Fantasy in the Flesh.

I wouldn't say it was anti-climactic because there were many climaxes involved but I will say, that based on the comments from my Stalker, she may have gotten more than she bargained for.

Because I don't give of myself so Freely so Easily.

The Balance of Consequences of getting close to me even for a brief time may not be so easy to ignore or dismiss as was this Woman's admission.  Or maybe she was just trying to let me down easy.

Her Truth or True Motivations will likely never be known.

As encounters of this Nature are likely to resolve themselves, it ended before it started.

Because the consequences or rewards of putting sex first are revealed when the subsequent risks are realized.

As I have often lamented, it takes Time to get to know someone and what lies beneath.

Shortcutting this process bypasses acknowledgement of and familiarization with the Involved Individuals' Past and their Path to the Present - which is likely Everything that it is Important in knowing and understanding that Person for, despite our unwillingness to admit it -

We are Products of our Past.  Our History, while not a Plotter of our Future, is an influence on it.

Do I regret my momentary lapse in Past Protocol of this Kind?  Do I feel bad about it?  Am I angry about being used for some woman's short term made up fantasy?

No - No - No

I am a grown ass 55 year old man who is responsible for his own actions.

And being 55, I have to follow my Mantra of Making Memories and not Recording Regrets.

And this experience was a Memory Maker in my Continuing Journey of....

Discovery.

As my Momma once told me....

Be careful of what you wish for cause you might get it.

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