I date nice girls... Until they get all upset that I spend 12 months of the year on the water, and 4-8 of those are up north. At least 6 out of the last 10 years anyways. Funny thing about all that tho... The first thing I inform them of is the lifestyle. And lots of reminders when this get more involved...They all wanna play ball until they get emotionally bean'd.

But for now, the lady who calls me "hers" understands the lifestyle, and is 100% alright with it. Lucky? I dunno, maybe. I love her to death, but would absolutely understand if it didn't work out for her to keep me around. It's tuff not seeing loved ones but a few times during the summer and fall. And I'm greatful for everything she's provided for me. And she seems appreciative of what I provide for her, in return for endless tolerance.

Prolly wont ever make it official, but I scored pretty poorly on the divorce calc! Schit! Hahaha!