After reading through this thread, I have the strangest desire to reminisce about a girl I met in high school.
Her name was Cathy B., and she was a cheerleader. She was astonishing, you know, in that way that a cheerleader always is - to a teenage boy. Cathy was sweet, bubbly, and slender; she had the brown eyes of a doe and silky blond hair. In fact, if I close my eyes tight enough and focus, I can still smell her. Against the odds, and to the pissed off envy of many a male classmate, for a few months, Cathy was mine.
On my personal list of the most fortuitous events that have ever occurred in my life, wooing and winning Cathy makes my top 5. Unfortunately it has had a bad side effect. You see, having had the good fortune of pulling off a “Cathy” at 17, it has forever predisposed me with a terrible bias in favor of women. To me, there is nothing on this earth better than the company, friendship, depth and soulfulness of a woman; they intoxicate better than Jack Daniels, and I have never regretted any hangovers I may have paid as a price in knowing any of them.
So here I am years later, completely unable to participate meaningfully to a simple topic posted on an internet philosophy forum; hopelessly and irrationally of the view that in general, in terms of beauty, decency, honesty, compassion, and joyfulness - men don’t come even slightly close to women. No fucking way.
Thank you, Cathy, wherever you are.
George
(Edited by George W. Cordero on 1/08, 12:57pm)
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