THE BLOOD TRAVELS
7) She wasn't the most agreeable woman but being with her sure as hell beat
being alone. Of course when he got on in years he realized in a flipped
situation he probably wasn't the most adoring person himself. On the other
hand it's nice for things to be nice. Now to what degree of niceness depends
on the woman and himself at that time. And further more it makes it nice to be
alone because that not so agreeable woman makes you appreciate the silence solitude brings. Both when it is silent and when she breaks it. Come to think of it he figured out people are as they are and you work from that. You can be strangely attracted to an unbalanced sort of woman. Just because you recognize a trace of some familiar pain in her talk. Somehow it seems fated that you are the right man for the job. Who's else could handle a woman like that. Makes you feel needed like you have a purpose. Man's gotta take care of a woman even though she don't need it. Never did, never will. That type of woman anyway. They just like to know you put forth the effort. At least you tried. Soon things get agreeable for a time then it all goes to shit. So you start all over again with her or with another. The pain is always different it's the joy that seems homoganist. Same thing is true for her. Either way he knew clear as day, sometimes your alone, sometimes your not.
7) She wasn't the most agreeable woman but being with her sure as hell beat
being alone. Of course when he got on in years he realized in a flipped
situation he probably wasn't the most adoring person himself. On the other
hand it's nice for things to be nice. Now to what degree of niceness depends
on the woman and himself at that time. And further more it makes it nice to be
alone because that not so agreeable woman makes you appreciate the silence solitude brings. Both when it is silent and when she breaks it. Come to think of it he figured out people are as they are and you work from that. You can be strangely attracted to an unbalanced sort of woman. Just because you recognize a trace of some familiar pain in her talk. Somehow it seems fated that you are the right man for the job. Who's else could handle a woman like that. Makes you feel needed like you have a purpose. Man's gotta take care of a woman even though she don't need it. Never did, never will. That type of woman anyway. They just like to know you put forth the effort. At least you tried. Soon things get agreeable for a time then it all goes to shit. So you start all over again with her or with another. The pain is always different it's the joy that seems homoganist. Same thing is true for her. Either way he knew clear as day, sometimes your alone, sometimes your not.