I dedicate this to the scant 2 or 3 women I have loved deeply and fully in my life, and to a few others—much to my great lament—I never seemed to be able to get an exploration of possibilities going with.
Oh, how I've wished I could have figured out the secret to breaking down some arbitrary barriers, to make a genuine connection. Many of them never had any idea how I felt, because I didn't like being a "player" (even though I tried pretty hard at the game for awhile, because I thought that was what I was supposed to do).
I've always preferred a much deeper connection, but I've become OK with the fact that the monumental lifelove never happened for me.
At least I've got that $300 million stashed under my mattress. They should keep me warm in my old age.
But, I still love them all.
Those piles of 100-dollar-bills, I mean. I still love them all.
But I gotta tell ya, they're a right pain in the butt. Have you ever tried getting that many Benjamins all loaded into the car for a simple dinner-and-movie night out?
I'd rather have a good woman instead.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PslF3y0xFeU