Read between the lines; it’s not as
crazy as it sounds but bear with me
for a minute. Here we go.

I’m convinced for one more time that WWM.

It’s not because I extracted a confession
from some desperate blondie because that
seldom happens in public. For some inordinate
reason I feel like sharing stuff with you and
myself purely for reminder purposes.

Days later after an encounter with a lady
named Juliette (what a name! it kills me!!)
I dissected my attitude and came to the apprehension
that she should have WANTED ME.

Because… that beast murmurs in my subconscious
WWM…WWN…yes NOW! I swear in the name of Nathan
that I GOT IT. NO, I didn’t drag her to bed but LORD
I KNOW that SHE wants me. That’s ample enough to kick
my self worth to cyber space. I take it personal. I’ll
convert this business relationship to ultra hellacious
sexualfesto. Oh Juliette watch do my thingie to ya.

EHEHEHEEEEEE. I’m a relentless dictator, a magician,
a psyborg, I’m Greek I’m Geek I’m good I’m nasty.

J. reckons none of my cosmic identity but I’ll spare
her the charisma. That will do the trick. J. is like July,
blue cold eyes, gentle and half innocent. And HOT!

I’ll come in to fill that other half.

Try to beat that.

I’ll show up like the ideal guy, like Clark Can.
Half idiot half hero. Here’s a trick for ya WWM
users…build up your profile for the occasion.

Don’t be in alpha male mode upfront unless the
chick asks for it. Sometimes you have to go undercover.
Sometimes alpha males come too much for girlies and
if you’re an alpha man you may have to hide it for a
while until she gets used to you (and you do your thingie).