Which Brain Decides?

Ah, yes!  Finally another trip to LA and the plethora can overwhelm a poor boy from the prairies.  I'm posting now to remind myself that last time through the City of Angels my big brain decided and was seduced by the engineering of a brassière and the artifice of a photograph!

This sort of thing has never happened to anyone else.  Of that you can assure me.  To say the least I was mega disappointed and was sorely tempted to walk after 30 minutes of a two hour session, leaving the envelope on the table (dangling participle to set the scene).  

All I can say in my favor is that I went back to my hotel, had only one drink more than the usual two for medicinal purposes, abused myself, and got in touch with another.  Turns out that didn't pan out as she said something the next day on the phone that triggered alarm bells.  Once burnt, twice shy!

There are "sure" things in LA as I've met incredible ladies in the past. It is just the thrill of something new.  And overcoming the absolutely necessary hurtle of screening.  At least I know more about most ladies through their reviews than they know about me. So screening is fair, both for knowing something and for safety.

And away we go!