I cannot believe she wrote back. I cannot believe the things she is saying. I am not changing my mind. Why would I change my mind? I wrote because I cared, that's it. I am not changing my perspectives on God, Natural Order, Right and Wrong - because a woman wants me to. I just wanted to vent here before I responded. I need to recoup some energy, some sanity.

I can believe she wrote back, I am just saying that because I didn't expect her to. My last thoughts on her where only that I wished I had the picture I wanted to send her along with the words from that time period in my life. There were two girls I wanted to tell her about. Two girls where we kept things in perfect harmony by our own free will and accords.

Our own independent doings.

It was great. I wanted to write her and leave things better. I wanted her to feel better. I wanted to assure her where I feel that she is right in her opinions about equality. I wanted to be careful about not communicating where I think she is wrong. About the parts of life that she doesn't seem to see. She was a good friend to me. I just haven't wanted to leave things between us so cold.

Younger women. There were two younger women in the hardware store today. Both of them were near what I feel is perfect. I didn't know they existed any longer. I am an old man now. When I was their age, and when I was working like a dog then coming home and working on the house here, I remember girls just like them, or similar to them trying me at the hardware store.

I was too insecure, or shy, or riddled with these or those issues. Silly of me looking back, but I probably both did and didn't need what they offered in that exact time in my life. Looking at pictures the other day, looking for the picture I wanted, I recalled when my friend's sister wanted to shave my head to deal with my thinning hair. I don't think I made the connect at the time, but I think there was a downturn in women's interest with my hair loss.

For the life of me, I have never understood the obsession with hair. I like not having hair. I don't pay for haircuts, combs, shampoo. I don't deal with hair that is a mess. As a drywaller, it's better for the dust. I don't know. I will read what she wrote in full and respond at a later time. I just wanted to say what is with Girls? I liked the way it sounded. I have too many other things to concentrate on.

We were spending too much time on each other. At least I think so.