Phase One of my "plan" is now complete. I went to the Doctor this morning and I did not exactly get a clean bill of health but I did get my prescription for the "little blue pill." I am facing at least two surgeries and maybe more, but those are going to have to be put on the back burner (for now).
I was contacted by a few of my readers last night that doubt my ability to become "that guy." One even went so far as to say that I have a "loving heart" and do not have it in me to create this sleazy alter ego. I really appreciate those kind words especially considering all I have been through here lately. I definitely need to work on my "game" (I don't even know if I have a game) but I am hoping that will come in time. Maybe I could go to a Sleazeball training camp of some kind or watch a 2 and a Half Men marathon or something or maybe even a few episodes of Rules of Engagement.
Right now I am putting my bottle of "little blue pills" in my fireproof safe so if the house burns down, I still have something to fall back on.
Dan, you know that normally I would discourage you embarking on The Sleazeball Experiment. However, considering your rickety romance rollercoaster of the past year, all I have to say is "get on wit' your sleazeball self"!! As for the ladies (I use that term very loosely) who gave up a relationship with an honest,caring, loyal man--and you know who you are, girls- choosing instead to Dumpster Diving for a partner, I hope you're turned on by the smell of soiled diapers and rotten sushi. Shame on all of you! Behavior such as yours it why men think women are only looking for a meal-ticket guaranteeing a life of leisure. I suggest you climb down from your imaginary pedestal and sit your behind on a bar stool because that will be your throne for the remainder of your dating life. But I don't know what I'm worried about--Karma will bite you in the ass. And he's particularly fond of cellulite.
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