Another ambition shot down the shitter...
As a child I was more or less raised in the Adirondack Mountains. (More or less because I was in suburbia during the week, and in the mountains every weekend and summer.) I had very damn few friends during my first 18 years- just deer, chipmunks, trees, birds and the like. (Goes far toward explaining why I was one of the weird kids in school...)

So when I was a teen, my ambition was to have a place somewhere out in the woods where I didn't have to deal with the rest of humanity. Fuck 'em all, said I- human beings as a rule are horrid, mean things who fuck up the rest of the world with their outboard motors and snowmobiles and the trash they throw while they're out stinkin' up the outdoors.

I wanted to be a hermit.

Then my hormones kicked in. I wanted sex, and wanted it RIGHT NOW. So my ambition shifted toward becoming the guy that women wanted to fuck, RIGHT NOW. Hell, if Bruce Springsteen and Rod Stewart could manage it, it should be a walk in the park for me, right?...

No, I am not a hermit (although I do still want that cabin out in the middle of nowhere on top of a mountain). Instead I went the more conventional route, because hermits never get laid.

And no, I never acheived that other ambition, either. Dammit.

Length and girth seem to be satisfactory. At least, I've never heard any complaints...
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Mon 2 Apr 2007, 17:15, Reply)