Ringo, I'm 69. 21 years ago My wife and I met, we both had paid dues with the wrong person. WE sort had given up on finding someone and like the Batman TV show KAZAM it happened.
She is there ya gotta go to places ladies frequent except bars. I've noticed the very few ladies I see in gun shops are taken. So you need to expand your horizons.
Start with an add, handsome ex-football star and retired movie actor looking for woman with Heritage 22's, send picture of guns...... Not really but one must move in the direction of your wants and needs.
Hope you have a good evening and that KAZOOM will happen next week. And don't forget to run her background check.
When I was between divorced and finding the right girl I dated a lady for a while. She mentioned being married once.
I was helping her move some boxes from a closet to the basement. I'm not nosy but the box had no lid, the divorce decree on top had a different last name than her current or maiden. I lifted that up, there was another and another, 5 total. I was standing there looking at them when she came up from the basement. She gave me a sheepish grin, said now I guess you know. We talked, the thing that made her easy to talk too and likable was valium and anabuse. Her previous choice was alcohol. Soon after she went back to Johnny Walker Red and was someone I did not know. We were through very quickly. I also know she did not work through issues, dropped them and married another person who did not understand her.
Waiting is not bad Ringo, getting the wrong one is easy, getting the right one is hard. Be patient it will happen.
Your friend;
Duane.
Hi Duane, for me its been crazy nuts. Patti was the first I fell head over heels for, ditto her with me. Bam, her father gets in trouble with the local law, moves to Michigan. I lost touch with her after two years. It turned out she was murdered somewhere in Michigan.
Then there was Misty, I still can't talk about her it hurts too much.
Heather, she and I got along like Sabrina and I do now. We had actually been making plans but, late Dec 95, she was working alone at a local convience store. I was due to pick her up as normal at closing, which was midnight. I get there normally an hour before she gets off and am outside helping with the chores. I get there, lights already turned off doors locked, an hour early? It turned out a child molesting rapist always an inmate, had kidnapped her, forced her to close store early to kidnap her. I'll not go into certain details but, she was repeatedly raped. As he was going for a gun he had, she broke out of the house she was being held in, naked to the waist. This was a very cold DEC. I actually heard her screams as she ran to her house just three from mine. //Had I only known????//
I couldn't sleep, finally got out of bed about 6 am dying to call her. Our normal call time was from 10 am to 11 daily. I paced my living room floor for 3 hours before I was forced to try a call. It turned out she had just been dropped off by the detectives, after being tested for her assault and questioned. Anyway, fast forward some, because of her experience, she wanted to depend a couple months with friends and family in or near Vermont. Her sister stabbed her in the back and had her 5 yr old son taken into state custody... all because she wanted to get counciling from her rape. Nobody I know would abandon their kids and go back cross country, Heather wouldfnt either. We stayed in touch about two years as well, but by that time, she still did not have custody of her son. Had she? we'd have been married about 20 years.
Sabrina and her cancer. I'll probably lose her if she, either has to move in with her father in Houston in order to get treatment, or the other? She isnt doing any better.
This is four women with me and all I can do in her case, is support her decision...which isnt made yet. No amount of being positive, is going to change things unless she has a miracle, and suddenly cancer evaporates.
These four have been between 1985 and current. I can't cope with another loss like this. With Sabrina's situation, not blaming her at all but myself, I've had a bad ulcer, lack of meaningful sleep for periods of time. Then to make things worse on my end. I had a bad fall just before Christmas while moving out of the way for an elderly guy in wheelchair. I busted open both knees, elbows, bruised left eye area, and bruised a rib. Now I'm having neurological problems again due to the fall. My left side is screwed up again, left side shakes worse than ever. I went for an appointment about ten days ago, Dr messed me up even more. Now I've got to try for another adjustment this Monday.
It seems this stuff comes im waves where I'm or those I greatly care for, are concerned. Not complaining but??????
I'll never be as good-looking as Errol Flynn or Mel Gibson? A sad truth for some here, is looks are more important than substance.
... and yes, it has changed the way I think about almost everything. 
In many ways, dirt poor and old age/health-challenged as I am, I am happier now than I have been since I was a kid.
