A woman we both knew/know, older woman, I had to win her over as a person with patience and being my genuine self, it took about 3 months and she was mean a few times, I don’t know exactly why but I remember her snapping on me because I handed her something without saying anything, walking away, really I could sense she was temperamental and I didn’t want to set her off, so I just didn’t say anything, she goes “hey! the next time you do that, you look at me, right here, pints at her eyes, and tell me “this is for me…” I just looked at her like she was nuts, chuckled, agreed and walked away. She ended up loving me though. Eventually, one time, rather than ask her for something I needed, again, I went behind her to get it myself, as usual, she spun around, and I don’t know what was in my front pocket, I forget what it was I kept there, but she started touching and rubbing my pocket area and going “what’s this…. What’s this here?….” She didn’t hit “it” but I remember thinking, I honestly don’t know what that was about or what she meant, but I didn’t take that much offense to it. I’m not gonna call in the me too movement. I’m really not offended. I told her once, if it came down to it I’d let her do whatever she wanted.

But she said to me one time he was walking away leaving, head down as if to say “looking like a depressing after thought” she goes “You’re bigger than him aren’t you?” When clearly actually he is bigger than me. But I guess that depends on how too. Not even talking dirty s***, I don’t even know, but he’s probably along the same lines there proportionally, but in other ways…. Yeah, I guess I am. I’ve lived. I’ve done things. I don’t have much but everything I have is all pretty much my own doing.