I’m a former nice guy (by birth) and, on February 3, 2012, finally stuck my head out of the living room window of my apartment screaming that I am NOT going to take it (their shit) anymore and I am mad as hell! Peter Finch’s spirit was crouching on my right shoulder at the time so he can vouch for me. Some people’s sense of ‘entitlement’ amazes me.
Otherwise I am living a fairly decent life alone with my dog. My current task at hand is to figure out a plan to have more sex with men around my age or younger who want to satisfy that “twinge” in their pants that often comes up. Literally.