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Do you know?  Do you think so, too? When you're up,  Late at night, Do you wonder who? Do you remember when? Does it fill your dreams? The way it does, for me? Do you get carried away With thoughts Of how it may have been? Guessing questions,  Answers posed, And seeing Where your imagination goes? Do you talk out loud? Telling me things When I'm not there to oppose? Do you sing songs You think I'd like to hear? I do. Don't I? In a way. For you. I know. I think so, too. When I'm up, Late at night, I wander through Memories of when. They fill my dreams, The way it might for you.  I get carried away With thoughts Of how it might have been.  Guessing questions,  Giving answers, And stop When my imagination goes too far.  I talk out loud. I tell you things, Taking my chances.   Singing you songs, I think you'd like to hear.  Do you? Don't you? In a way. You do.

I know the feeling. ( Source ) MAGNECOW I learned once that cows can accidentally ingest a lot of metal while grazing out in the fields.  Screws, nails, tractor equipment, barbed wire. Go on, think of other metal objects a cow might encounter. I don't have to list them all here.  The resulting ailment plaguing these cows is colloquially referred to as "Hardware Disease." Occasionally, farmers feed their cattle something called a "cow magnet".  They (the cow) eat the magnet; it passes through their system, collecting as many bolts and washers and nuts as it can along the way; and exits out the rear of the cow. Presumably, perhaps, to be eaten by accident by the next cow, I imagine. Imagine finding a nice big consolidated nugget of shrapnel out in the field after a long day of eating and regurgitating cud. "You know what? Yeah, actually, I could go for a little iron right now." Except it comes out as: "Moo moo moo? Moo, moo, Moo moo moo moo moo moo ...

Ladies—prepare yourself for some "inside knowledge."  That's right: Sex advice from a man. Technically, I wouldn't be allowed to share this under normal circumstances. But because this blog affords me some anonymity, I can divulge some inner secrets that you may find helpful without repercussions. Sex is always a bit of a leap of faith. For both parties. But the risks for the woman will almost always outweigh the risks for the man. As such, any leverage she can assert prior to that decision is incredibly valuable.  Imagine this: You, a female, are on a date. You and he are seated across from each other in a restaurant for dinner. As the date proceeds, you may find that your male date projects every positive signal of virility you may be looking for in a potential mate. If the moment should arise later (or right there on the table if things go remarkably well), when your best guesses about your prospective partner's romantic stamina are put to the test... ...you ma...