I have been calling out to "Them" for about fifteen years, but I seem to still have the same dellimas (spelling?
) with the same major problems. Most of my difficulties lie with my discouragment with certain kinds of representatives of the human race (*holes, I call them), and thus the inabilty to makejust plain, decent, good friends. Well, enough friends. I have a few. Very few. Like I said before, I'm a loner. Wich is not exactly conducive to attracting lots of happy, honest people. Without friends, I have not been able to learn to practice driving real car so I can actually get my full drivers licence and buy my own so I can get a better job than the Dairy Queen which in walking distance where I live. (I'm 44 years old.)I don't date, 'cause I don't meet men, except creepy old geezers who come in for ice cream. I also taught myself to play the mandolin so I could perhaps meet people at the Bluegrass clubs, etc., but I have only met even more creepy old geezers, and the few females there tend to be very stand-offish - so I have no one to jam with. I could go on, and on, but its like playing a broken record. So, where are these darned guides?
