I have been told that what I need in my
aging and unyielding years is a good
woman. What I need is what I already
have, I submit.
Good women are meant for others.
I wouldn’t know what to do with one
now that the best part of me has been
given away, and the remainder of me
refuses to be changed.
I have known a few good women
in my day, and had to deal with not
so good women as well.
A therapist once told me that I was a
people pleaser, and that I had a hard
time saying no.
She was a good woman, I’m guessing,
and I pleased her by agreeing. That was
the extent of our relationship.
Our hour is about over, she said. I’ll
see you same time next week. I agreed.
And there you have it—I paid her twenty
dollars for the privilege while again sus-
taining her professional assessment of me.
These days, I find myself more satisfied
finding good women in the movies and
as seen on TV. There I can let my ima-
gination soar more freely. And it proves
to be a lot less stressful psychologically.
What’s more, it’s a hell of a lot cheaper
for the occasionally seen penny-pinching
“no ma’am” other side of me.
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Chris Hanch 4-25-2021
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