As a young man -Sketch 12-

I use to believe that one could woo a woman into love with affection, admiration and a healthy use of money. I had it all wrong.

It is the women I paid the least attention, it was when I was least affectionate. It was when I was at my most stingy that they paid me any mind. If I, suddenly noticing the influx of attention, returned to my usual nice they would snap out of whatever trance my rudeness may have put them in, and reject me.

Maybe I was into the wrong ones. Maybe I was too young. My experiences with women have been mostly unpleasant.

It is the few blissful times and hundreds of unbelievable true stories from other men that kept me searching for a woman that would be unlike the rest.

….Now, I am scared of women. I look the other way when I see a beautiful woman. I am afraid to look at her full on, for fear of being caught up in her charms. I fear being smitten with lust, love, or ever present loneliness and then present myself to her with a nervous smile and greeting

Good behavior is not rewarded and good treatment is not recognized.