A Bachelors Blog

  Dating in your Thirties... I've been thinking more and more about this activity as time goes on, and I figured, what the hell.... let's address this.   As someone on the ass end of the dirty thirties now, I have noticed that dating has only gotten harder, at least for me. More and more it seems like the stories are all the same, the personalities are all ones you have seen and/or possibly dated somewhere in the past, and really, the crazy ratio seems to be getting higher.   My personal rule for women is this; 25%. 25% of the time a woman can be crazy and wild and moody.... anything exceeding this rough percentage is simply too much for my patience to bear, and I need to bail.    Now! Not to say you cant be as crazy as you please, as often as you want, ladies.. by all means... do as you will, just scratch my name off the walls of your insane 'to do lists' of the mind. I simply don't care to get involved in that anymore. Life is just too damn shor...

Mexican Americans don't like to just get into gang fights, they like flowers and music and white girls named Debbie too. Mexican Americans are named Chata and Chella and chemma and have a son in law named jeff. Mexican Americans don't like to get up early in the morning but they have to so they do it real slow. Mexican Americans love education so they go to night school and take spanish and get a B. Mexican Americans love their Nana's and their Nono's and their Nina's and their Nino's........ Nano Nano Nina Nono! Mexican Americans don't like to go to the movies where the dude has to wear contact lenses to make his blue eyes brown cause don't it make my brown eyes blue..... "And thats all i got, how do ya like it?"