I started this site with the thought of old friends...
... alright, then, with the thought of one old friend.
I haven't, generally speaking, been very good friends with mothers. In part, this has to do with the fact that I've had to uphold my own in comparison, on various salient matters, in contrast to those who told me to get with the times because Yahoo, if it ever was a joke, didn't see that internet dating has been a much bigger joke, which it has been for a long time.
A very, very long time. Long enough for someone to write a book which takes the reader all the way away from their native country, and finally brings them back as if to a distant island in which the horses reign.
This sets me apart from mothers, for, acknowledging as they might that what was obvious to me just needed the support of an author or five, in order for me to be able to break silence, here we are on various continents and islands, and, unless I go in for beastiality, I must submit to being called a wanker.
Or did you say you've found a selection of Yahoo females who have promised to change their ways, from which I may choose?
I better not use the word luck too much. If one has it, it is but for one to find out how to use it.
If one has the pockets of the world, however, why not build an enormously expensive squib?