Well I just did it, and boy am I happy. My index finger got a ten minute workout and.... WTF AD, what are rambling on about? I had about 80 Friends in Phoenix. Made it a point to contact every who made the effort. One or two brief replies, that's all. From time to time I'd pause to say hello to a Friend I saw was online. Nothing but dust in the wind. And so today, I erased the delusion in my mind that I might actually be popular and that I might receive messages of some significances, deleted all but four friends. Three of those four live thousands of miles from America, and the fourth doesn't even live in Arizona. I have no illusions that the potential love I lost (re last blog post) will ever attempt to contact me again. Men, when a woman makes up her mind, that's it. Couple that with overseas Friends I'll never meet and local Friends who are otherwise occupied, the decision to stay or not stay on this site is a fairly easy call. Naturally, I wish things had gone differently. My life is like the movie Grand Hotel. " People come, people go, nothing changes." I'm laughing loud on the inside. kk, Mark

If you read my last blog post, you know I signed up … Really thought it was a great idea. Turns out it wasn't. Don't know how to do anything but take pics and chat. Cut to the chase, a nice young lady called me there, and I didn't know how to answer her call. She hates me now. No amount of explanation helped. I regret that I will never get the opportunity to make love to this wonderful young woman. Some things aren't meant to be, and perhaps it's all for the best. But I doubt it. After tonight, I won't give this unfortunate incident another thought. Gotta move ahead, and cut ties with the past. It's the only way to retain your sanity in a world gone mad. One thing though, I will always … and that's the truth. kk, Mark

Man walks up to the door and rings the bell. His ravishing date answers the door stark naked. As soon as Stanley crosses the threshold, Ashley goes for Stan's zipper. Nothing flops out, he's wearing boxer shorts. Our Ashley however has one helluva wet pussy. She pulls Stan into her apartment, slams the door and pushes her "lover" onto the sofa. In seconds, horny Ashley has Stan's pants and shorts down to his knees. She stares at his hardware, and gets up. "Uhh Stan, she says, that Weiner ain't ten inches." Stan looks her in the eyes and says, "Sure if is, when's the last time you had your eyes checked?" "Stan, I'm wearing glasses." Ashley isn't nearly as wet, anymore. "Well, you need to clean them, because my dick is ten inches," Stan insists. "I'm getting a ruler, Ash says to Stan. A minute later, the angry lass comes out of the kitchen with her ruler, grabs his cock, and holds it up to the stick. "Aha, just as I thought, 2 1/2 inches." Stan doesn't miss a beat, "Your ruler is broken. Or it's outdated, one or the other. Look, Ashley just put my dick in your mouth and you'll see how big it gets," Stanley says with all the authority of a PhD. And so Ashley gets back on her knees and takes Stan's two inch erection in her mouth, like a pro. Five minutes of sucking and Stan's dick is still a solid two. Ashley gets up off the floor, wipes the cum from her lips, and says to Stan, "You lied, get out of my house, I never want to see you again. As Stan opens the door and is about to leave, he faces Ashley one last time, and says, "Thanks, that's the best hummer I've gotten for free!"

This Old boy just got talked into opening … account. Looks like you can teach an old dog new tricks. Like the song title, This Could Be The Start Of Something Big. kk, Mark

Ok, my car is in the shop for repairs. I won't get it back for two weeks. My insurance company is graciously allowing me to drive a red Dodge Challenger Hemi during the interim. The real challenge as I see it is to have as many sexual encounters in that vehicle as possible over the next ten days. You can make an old man's dreams come true, and you won't go away disappointed either. Hurry, and drop me a line. This is a limited time offer! kk, Mark

Every public school has it's "Fonz" From 1966-1970, "The Fonz" of P.S. 119 in Brooklyn was named Joey Gonzalez. He was a big dumb kid in the three class. That's what they called it in those days. The dumpster for the dumbest kids. I mainly saw him hanging around during recess. Once he came up to me, I had just been released from the hospital. It was June 1968, just before 6th grade graduation, and asked me, out of the blue, " if I was ok?" I still remember my response, "Yeah, Joey I'm ok." And that was it. So, effing cool. Never saw him again, until he stood up during right grade graduation ceremony at Hudde JHS, and shouted "End the fucking war(Vietnam). Mr Tedeschi, our right wing lunatic Vice Principle called the cops and I saw Joey cuffed and removed from the auditorium by … out of state the following month, so I never did find out what became of Joey G. It'll be 52 years next month that the mystery remains unsolved. Wherever you are, Joey G, I hope you're ok. If you happen to read this blog post, send me a Friend request. kk, Mark

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