Just a few more things then I need to snag some snooze , long trip in the AM

First of all , no show at 04:00 this morning. Reason? by the time I climb out of the rack and haul my cookies to Evanston, shower and get to church, it'll be 14:00 before I get on air, but I'll be on, in some capacity at that time.
Second, the suggestion was made that I may be hunting for another personal SheWolf with better attributes and abilities is not accurate. In fact, Shelly might be the only one I get. Sure there's tons of baggage, and dents in the body, but at least she gives a shit about this old Wolf, and if and when Shell, pays back the Club for covering a bunch of her hospital bills and shit, plus the money that we got charged anyway from her grand trip out here the first round by Greyhound, then I'll decide then , if I take her back into this Wolf's den. But its not like a herd of honeys are camped outside my door, or that I'm getting tons of phone calls. Heck there's this one , before I made my mind up on trying a second chance with Shell, but there's this sweet babe at Tumbleweeds, that I have hinted and winked at I can't count how many times, but she's always busy, plus how the heck would I with my restricted income afford to accomodate her? There's something about a sweet gal in those dark rimmed glass's that makes them look innocent as a librarian and yet with the right spark becomes a vixen. That would be a igniter for sure, but she's no where, no way going to dig me, for any reason, at least except for serving food or brew. Okay then, what I try to explain, and some times its like talking to a wall, getting in her brain, but SheWolf, thinks that I'm the ultimate catch, that all women have the women's version of a hard on for this old Alpha Wolf. Reality check, this old Alpha Wolf, is overweight, up to my ass in alligators on shop expenses, and club duties, including negotiations on where the Reaper will be located , but I can't even find time to do laundry, my bathroom is still in a mess since Shell left, with long brown hairs all over the place, Herman doesn't wake up as quick nor stand at attention as long as he used to, it might because of stop shock that Shell gave him the one time the wild thing was supposed to happen,(Thank the Lord it didn't at least then) although I think that has more to do with lack of use, rather than ability. Still while I have a heart as deep and caring that rivals the Snake River, and a decency of courtesy for all women, that is from my southern raising, still not every woman nor model talent, nor lady on air talent I get involved with wants me for anything more than a career , or/and money.  Now to be honest, if there was another gal like Lisa, who owns and all the Tumbleweed around here, that was as kind and caring and looked as hot as Lisa does, that winked at me that I wouldn't jump, but fact is there ain't nor is anyone here going to do that. Trust me I've looked. Then there's the invisable neon lighted sign outside of the Lair here, that all women or most, see when coming into the Lair here, that says don't go in there, you may not come out. Which is why to date after this long residing in Evanston, there hasn't been one gal, that said they wanted to be involved with our radio station and all has ever came back on a call back.  I've been so damn misjudged here it ain't funny. But to close nobody that's female wants anything to do with this high octane canine.
I'm not howling the blues here just stating fact. 
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