My life has been more about "Looking for love in all the wrong places," and, in many cases, I have found that what's on the other side of the door is something I am glad I wasn't a part of. For example, I had a young woman around me, when I was at university, who was quite sloppy with her dressing style, who I wanted a relationship with, but I was to discover that she who described some as "stuck up" was actually quite stuck up herself. Her parents had a Ford Fairlane and she would have her nose in the air when she drove it. After I came back from Japan (she came on the trip, too. It was a group tour) we had a reunion, and I was the only person from my university who came (they took 15 students each from two universities and around five from the other university came), and I got a ride home with her, and she drove incredibly dangerously (123kms/h in a 100km/h zone on a wet road, 71km/h in a 60km/h zone). Later, I thought, "What did I see in her?"

I did have one woman around me who, while she was nice, was suffocating (whenever I turned around, she was behind me. If I wasn't home, she drove around looking for me). A friend of hers gave me an innocent, social kiss on the cheek, and she accused me of cheating!