I've been married an aggregate 42 years. Again much longer than I was single, 21 years. I'm rather fond of the state.
My longest relationship lasted only about a sixth of my age... and it's not my current one. I was never married. It looks like lifetime commitments are just not my thing.
Because of a librarian from grade school I can't mistreat a book. She really had a thing about that. She had these picture cards she would show us. If you mistreated a book by: folding a page, ripping a page, writing in it, laying the book on its spine, or damaging the cover. The book would cry or be angry. And to this day that imagine stays with me and I use a book mark and treat the book nice!
I have learned that I am really bad at using eye drops. I got a crummy case of "pink eye" and have to put a drop of antibiotic solution in my eye every 4 hours. The last time I missed twice before I got it in my eye. I'm supposed to do this for a week, so I hope I have enough in that teensy bottle to make it last that long.
I find administering eyedrops much easier if I pull down the lower eyelid, squeeze the drops into the pocket between the eyelid and eyeball, close the eye, tilt my head back and blink a few times. Also, using a mirror helps.
I am short, but for some reason, I can't explain I am attracted to tall women... The odd part is that tall women seem to be attracted to me. I am not complaining though if I were, say, six-two and had the same taste in women I'd have to date giants... almost fairytale giants if you see what I mean.
It is really hard when you cannot see out of that eye. I had eye surgery several years back, it took weeks to get my vision back. Meanwhile I needed drops. Gladly I have a wife.
Your name wouldn't happen to be George Costanza, would it? I happen to prefer tall women, but then I'm nearly six feet myself.
Thanks for the tip. I pull out the lower lid and tip my head back, and still it lands on my cheek about a quarter of the time. It's partly the teeny little bottle's fault. By the time I squeeze a drop out, my hand is shakey and oops! Waiting for that drop to fall is kinda nerve-wracking.
I don't know of any seven-and-a-half-foot-tall giantesses. Malia Obama, the former President's older daughter, is six-foot-one and very pretty. Unfortunately, she also has a rich English boyfriend.
I'd rather be seven and a half feet tall, grossly overweight and date only women put through a shrinking ray. Because that's how the American Dream works, DAMMIT!!!