Crock of shit for brains

OK. For now, the pond is empty. I seem to have exhausted the entire supply of intelligent women with cute calves and sharp wits anywhere within one hundred miles of Washington, DC. It's a very depressing concept.

Someone with whom I thought there was great hope checked herself out of the game. I will hope that she doesn't go scurrying back to the safety of the relationship she was abandoning. But like too many women, she put too much stock in that "spark" that people have been trained to believe should override everything and anything else.

The spark (call it "chemistry" if you like) is horseshit. Anyone who believes it should be the sole determinant of their relationships has a crock of shit for brains.