And another thing...

And so it begins.

This is my first posting as a blogger, so if I am less than brilliant in my rantings, please take that into consideration.

I have often thought of writing a book....but that requires intellect and proficiency in spelling that are beyond me, not to mention organizational skills and a firm grasp of the English language. So I guess I have just found the next best thing.

I think I should start with a little bit of insight on the author of this blog........

I am not a man hater, I am not gay or overly religious.

That said, I live alone with my son and have for the past 11 years.

I am alone but I am not lonely.

I understand how some women need a man, but apart from sex (and moving the odd piece of furniture) I don't see the need for them. And it is really not that difficult to convince them to part with their seed, so when you need it, you can get it. (unless you are just a head in a jar.....oh wait...I guess you could get it then too now that I think of it)

I enjoy men. Their company and conversation. (from a distance via the net) I find that when you let them move into your space, they become a whole other kettle of fish. I like to do what I like, when I like it.

On the flip side I like NOT doing what I least like to do, like dishes. I have a girl who comes in and does that sort of thing. I am not rich by any stretch of the imagination, but I feel that the few dollars it takes is a small price to pay for ridding me of dishpan hands.

Women, upon finding out about my arrangement, give me that look. The look that says I have somehow failed as a woman, like scraping shit off dishes validates my right to walk around with the X chromosome. Personally I think they are secretly envious, because they have men in their houses, they can't get away with delegating the disgusting jobs to outside contractors.

I think I will stop now, not that I am by any means finished, I could go on for hours but I can see your eyes starting to glaze over and I need to figure out how to publish this thing. I will confess that this is actually my second draft...since the first was lost as a result of a misplaced keystroke. Ok...here goes.