Published on 12, July, 2020
Hello. I am ugly. I look like a hobo; a troglodyte; a "B" movie monster--- but without the pay. I have no money. Let me see a show of hands of the people who want to date me.....
{five seconds pass; ten seconds....}
Hum. Anyone out there? Anyone?
Otch, well. I seem to have the same luck in the imaginary world than I have in Real Life. Since nights of passion and ecstasy appears to be off the table, I suppose an introduction must suffice.
I am ugly. I look like a.....
Oh, wait: I did that part already.
For the past 20.4 years I have been ranch hand on a cattle ranch located in the lonely canyon lands of Northern New Mexico. Perhaps you can imagine what this has done to my love life.
David! Stop doing that!
Oops. Sorry. Where was I? Oh: in New Mexico, living and working on a woman-less cattle ranch, north of Santa Fe. I am surrounded by sandstone cliffs, down here on the canyon floor, among ancient Gallina Phase ruins. These were a collection of Rosa pueblo people who lived here about 700 to 88 years ago. I presume they had women here way back then, which is why I wish I had been born long ago.
I do the usual ranch hand things: hammer my thumb instead of nail; run terrified away from Cow Number Fourteen, who appears to love the taste of human flesh; how beans in the blistering sun, then fall on my face due to dehydration; die each night of loneliness because I am once again alone with no woman to...
Okay, okay. You do not need to know that part.
Before coming to the ranch I lived in a cave for 29 months, alone, because there are not many women who wish to live in caves these days. Yes: really. I wrote a popular memoir about the "adventure."
Before then I delivered boats around the planet for lazy boat owners who did not want to face death going places.
Before then I worked in Information Technology for 12 years, for a heartless international corporation that had plenty of women stomping around, but none of them found me worthy of sharing her life with me.
Because I'm ugly. And I look like a troglodyte.
Your last 3 situations have all been in places with zero women around. there is a reason why gay cowboy porn is a genre. Not many women out on the trail. In the olden days cowboys effectively had to advertise for wives in papers with varying success. The only reason some of these cowboy towns even exist Is there was a brothel to service the lonely men rotating in and out of the area and that meant a permanent population of prostitutes with money to reinvest in the area. And New Mexico is no longer such a fan of brothels. If you want female companionship you’re probably going to have to turn to mail order brides or move to the city. At the very least hit online dating hard and look for someone who’s happy to start things long distance.
Gosh. Thank you. I have too much self-respect to go to a brothel, and I find sex-for-hire quite revolting and insulting. I recall the whores in Panama, near the pot-of-call and the "yacht club" at the dinghy landing. MAJOR YUCK!
I went to sea because no woman wanted me. I went to New Mexico because no woman wanted me. I lived in a cave because no woman wanted me. The lack of interest in me was the driver--- it came first.
I point out that a mail order bride is not a prostitute, nor is an online date or city girl.
if your responce to the disinterest of the women around you is to avoid women then the objective of getting a woman will forever be beyond your grasp.
if you truly want a women you must go to where the women are and be willing to accept a lot of rejection because you might have to woo a great many women before you find one that reciprocates