I believe in God. I believe that He loves me and protects me and doesn’t present me with anything that I cannot handle. I believe that He will always provide me with what I need. I also believe that He provides us with words to share with others when they are in need.
However, I do not believe that continuing a chain forward or email (or letter for that matter) is going to cause Him to make tomorrow the greatest day of my life if I send it to 15 people in the next 10 minutes. By the same token I also don’t believe that breaking said chain will result in something horrible happening to me or a loved one that is going to make me deeply regret not sending it on. It’s completely ridiculous.
I don’t understand how these things are supposed to work. God doesn’t try to guilt you into believing. He loves you regardless.
I never expect anything extraordinary to happen when I go to bar, but tonight was the exception. Tonight I had the pleasure of meeting Keith and Josh, as well as two other gentlemen who’s names I did not learn. These 4 guys schooled me on their ways of classifying women and I found it rather interesting. So much so that I’ve decided to share it. Below you will find the 6 classes of women.
1. Ages 17 & under: House Cats -These are the minors. Girls who are domesticated for the time being and have everything done for them since they are still children. They are not looked at as a sexual entity. Period.
2. 18-24: Cheetahs -Girls who are fast and keep you on your toes. They’re fun and provide the thrill of the chase.
3. 25-35: Pumas -A little older but still fast and fun.
4. 35-45: Cougars -No explanation necessary.
5. 45-60: Panthers -Slowing down a bit, but still get the job done.
6. 60+: Sabretooths -Extinct. Too old to function.
This was one of the most interesting conversations I’ve had in a long time. I then chose to share with only one of the four gentlemen the female classifications of guys. Or at least it’s the one my friends and I use. That, however, is another list for another day. All in all my evening out was productive. I made a new friend who has asked to see me again. I call that a good night.
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