Ms. Creant: The Wrong Doers! Life With Women: The Long Awaited Instruction Manual.

By E. A. Barker

Ms. Creant: The Wrong Doers!
Life With Women: The Long-Awaited Instruction Manual
This book was created for everyone from young adults to seniors. It was written from a male’s point of view, speaking to men who are endlessly struggling to understand the opposite sex. For women, this is a fascinating journey inside the male psyche. The book gives a young reader a glimpse of the future, with a recommended timeline for key life events. Mature readers, who have already experienced much of what is discussed in the book, should come away with a new found understanding and perhaps even closure. Ms. Creant is a controversial, entertaining, yet informative look at everything which influences human behaviour including: relationships, life, health, biology, philosophy, sociology, theology, politics, genetics—even physics. E. A. Barker shares twenty-four “inappropriate” stories of life with women. The author based these stories of women behaving badly on his real life experiences, spanning four decades of his search for an ideal partner. The lessons taken away from the book will serve to help readers make better choices, become more aware, grow and change—at any stage of life.

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Keywords: Ms. C is anti-establishment, anti-substance abuse, pro-educational reform, and pro-societal reform.
Relationship memoir, advice, self-help, counseling, guide, handbook, textbook, case studies, life lessons, reference & warning signs.
Understanding hormones, attraction, selection, settling, commitment, marriage, parenting, responsibilities, mid-life, cheating, infidelity, affairs, menopause, aging, separation, divorce, end of life, death, people, humans, society, civilization, freedom, true equality, glass ceilings, barriers, religion, The Princess Program, young love, your teens, your twenties, your thirties, your forties, your fifties, Mr. Right, Ms. Right, Mr. Right Now, Ms. Right Now, Mother Nature, maturity, identity, history, matriarchy, patriarchy, anxiety, & depression.
Finding answers, truth, wisdom, happiness, peace, health, & The Key to Everything.
How to cope, live well, plan, & succeed.
Discussions on abuse, addiction, human relations, discrimination, The American Dream, Anthropology, apathy, awareness, balance, beliefs, biological imperative, the brain, cancer, career, children, co-dependency, education, college, university, communication, compatibility, confidence, conscience, self, control, political correctness, emotional damage, denial, the medical profession, drug use, Jungian psychology, exploitation, faith, fear, genetics, goals, environment, guilt, morality, ethics, scruples, indoctrination, inequality, inhibitions, legacy, jealousy, manipulation, nutrition, obliviousness, partnering, peri-menopause, population, power, productivity, rationalization, resentment, respect, security, self-awareness, self-control, self-esteem, self-image, consciousness, sex, sexism, & vulnerability.

• Language: English
• Publisher: E. A. Barker
• Release date: Sep 27, 2016
• ISBN: 9781773021331

E. A. Barker

The more serious side of E. A. Barker believes he is an average guy in mid-life who has led a mostly average life. His readers may not agree with his assessment. The single biggest difference between him and most other people, is his pursuit of knowledge. Throughout his life he never stopped asking the simplest question: Why? E. A. fancies himself as a collector of ideas and a purveyor of dot connections. He attempts to present his findings in an entertaining fashion in an effort to encourage people to read—especially men who are reading far too little these days. He is an advocate of education for its ability to affect social reform, and actively promotes the idea that a global conscience is possible.The fiction-writing side of E. A. Barker would love nothing better than leading a screen-free life using a typewriter in a grass hut on a beach somewhere near the equator, but this has yet to become his reality. He currently lives within walking distance of a beach in Ontario, Canada, although he is not happy about the short beach season, and the city’s denial of his proposed erection of a private beach hut on the waterfront.E. A. is committed, for now, to remaining accessible to his readers in a limited way. Each of his books has its own website/blog loaded with links to places he is known to hide out:The You & I Erotic Tales Series can be found on Wordpress at: YouAndI.art.blog.His first book, Ms. Creant: The Wrong Doers!, can be found on Wordpress at: MsCreants.wordpress.com.His work-in-progress, The $1.99 Author, is expected in late 2020 or early 2021, and will mark a return to fun nonfiction. While there is not a website for this one yet, his LinkedIn page is keeping interested readers updated on its progress.

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Ms. Creant:

The Wrong Doers!

Life With Women:

The Long-Awaited Instruction Manual

E. A. Barker

Table of Contents

Dedications

Acknowledgements

Preface

Forward by the Author

Introduction

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Afterword

Reference:

About the Author

Contact Information:

Copyright

Dedications

miscreant- (mis-kri-ant) noun- a wrongdoer. a villain.¹

To all the Ms. Creants: this book is dedicated to those duplicitous women who contributed to the ransacking of my opinion of women. Their very nature seems designed to supplant joy with misery. I accept my share of responsibility for the wasted years. I made the mistake of letting them in. It was I, who was stumbling blindly from woman to woman without a clue. Who says negativity cannot inspire? This book would not have happened without them.

To Ms. Creant 22: the woman who, unbeknownst to her, caused me to start researching and writing about women. I still do not like women like her. We all know the type, women who always seem to have terrible things going on in their lives, but who never place the blame on themselves. Instead, they believe their unhappiness is the fault of people outside of themselves—usually me, or some other poor bastard they are in a relationship with. I do regret telling her everything she needed to hear all at once. It was mean, but hey, at this point in my life I just might be a misogynist.

To Biker Boy: as she would refer to him, and all the other guys: Dart Boy, Text Boy, and Snowmobile Boy. Guys who never stood a chance against someone like her.

To Billy: his damage and kind heart have repeatedly targeted his tiny village for plunder by unscrupulous women. He soon will be surrounded by so many empty beer cases, that escape will become impossible. Online poker and beer, is not the answer.

To B.: a shadow of his former self, who has been so damaged by his failed marriage, he now has trouble dealing with the muffin shop running out of his favourite muffin.

To Lee: the only female I would trust to read the early drafts, without fear of reprisal. She has been my hairdresser for more than twenty years. We have no secrets.

To my nephews: who are now in their twenties and in serious relationships—I hope they fare better than I.

To C.: whose encouragement kept me going when I began to believe I suck at this.

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Acknowledgements

I would like to acknowledge Christiane Northrup M. D. for her revelatory book: The Wisdom of Menopause, which I used as my primary source of information on the physiological aspects of women described in this book.

Preface

Warning! Do not discuss this book in the workplace.

You risk being called into the Human Resources office.

A tongue-lashing may await you, or a permanent blot on your employment record may result.

Do not use the term: tongue-lashing, as it has sexual overtones.

Instead, use the word: reprimand.

Are you frigging kidding me?

We live in a world gone mad with political correctness, where groups claiming to be offended can scream for censorship and compensation. I wrote this intentionally inappropriate book, to test some of our fundamental rights in modern day society. Freedom of thought, freedom of speech, and freedom of the written word which our forefathers fought and died for, are quietly under attack, constantly and insidiously. A nation looking to control the thoughts of its people, will first take control of the country’s media, and the reporting of facts will stop. Soon after, they will target social and political satire. Finally, the state run educational system will produce masses, incapable of independent thought, which can be more easily led.

The mere fact that we cannot talk about our specific differences, in places of business or education, is a frightening development. Universities are where understanding is supposed to be developed. You cannot learn something without first examining it, and then discussing your observations.

Civilization appears to be moving farther away from the truth, with each passing generation.

The dome of silence is lowered every time we speak of the observed differences or apparent weaknesses in others. All too often, the group being scrutinized is living in denial, and is offended by the truth. In the worst instances, these offended parties use political correctness to further an agenda.

We are not all the same.

We should be openly talking about human civilization, societies, men, women, and relationships—as nothing may be more important in the grand scheme of things. Diversity makes a species stronger. Nature proves this time and time again, throughout Earth’s entire evolutionary process.

Communication leads to thought.

Thought leads to understanding.

Understanding is the key to a better world.

Censorship results in stupidity.

The stupid are easily manipulated.

This book is about relationships—BAD ONES! It should serve as a guide for men of all ages, to help them analyse their relationships, past and present, to find understanding and closure. This work is also very much about humanity’s desperate need for increased awareness in both sexes.

There are no mysteries, other than the ones we create for ourselves.

Ms. Creant: The Wrong Doers! was designed to be entertaining while encouraging the reader to ponder the possibilities. It contains more serious messages about education, health, life, happiness, and takes an anti-substance abuse stance. If you want to make better decisions to have a better life, stop escaping, recognize diversionary tactics, and choose to be happy. Your real life will begin the moment you put away childish things.

To the women who read this book, I beg of you, please do not band together to put an end to me. I do not want to end up with a price on my head like Salman Rusdie². The book contains many stories which will give you some insight into how men think, and you just may learn something about yourself in the process. If you ever wondered how men talk, and what they say in the man cave, you will find it here.

This tongue-in-cheek styled book is about the worst women I ever knew. Writing about the good ones would be far less interesting. The purpose of this book is to teach guys how to identify women who are not good for them, give them some information about what makes a woman tick, and guide them through the potential relationship difficulties they could face in each decade of their lives. Hopefully, I can keep some male readers from emasculation and unhappiness.

Since the invention of alcohol, and perhaps before, generations of men have been sitting in bars, barns, garages, and man caves talking about women with other men. Most of the time, you guys consult with acquaintances who do not possess any greater understanding of women, than you already have. After much talk, you resolve little, and head home, still dismayed, to the hot tongue and the cold shoulder.

Ms. Creant is intended to stop the cycle of misinformation, and to give guys a no-holds-barred view of womankind.

We have all had failed relationships where we were left completely in the dark as to why, and exactly where it all went wrong. In writing this book, I learned why some of my relationships ended the way they did. I found closure. I sincerely hope the readers will as well.

This book delves into the choices we make, our learned patterns of behaviour, and the natural selection process which affects us all.

By becoming analytical when looking at your unsuccessful relationships, you can begin to see how you made poor choices, or you might discover there are major flaws in your selection process. You may see when your learned patterns of behaviour emerged, and how they have impacted your life. My failing is obvious. I follow my penis around, doing every beautiful creature which comes my way—and I have been doing this for more than thirty years. I am little more than a life support system for a penis. If she is attractive, I will do her. Then, if I liked it, I would continue to see her for more sex. This always led me into a relationship built on a foundation of nothing but sex. I would look for commonality, only after the sexual relationship had begun. The problem with this approach is you will overlook a great many of her flaws, especially when your blood is diverted away from your brain to your sex glands. You can waste years of your life in this way, before you finally acknowledge—you made a bad decision.

All relationships can trace their roots to hormones.

You have probably noticed one of your buddies panting after a girl. When she says, Jump! he asks, How high? He is suffering from a hormonal addiction. Yup! We men are affected by hormones too. Just as with any species in the animal kingdom, humans are addicted to several hormones which drive us to pair up, ultimately leading to procreation. Our base urges are what make us compete for females—which, by the way, are not usually worth the trouble. The female’s base urges drive them to putting on displays, which make us take notice of them. The way they dress, and how loudly they laugh, are just two of many signals, which are wired into these competitive beings. You have to have a clear head to make good choices, and hormone release can, quite literally, blur your vision.

The bad news for men everywhere is:

It will not be long before our services are no longer required.

It seems geneticists, are near the point where a human can be created without the need for sperm. Women will be able to have the foetus mature in an artificial womb, thereby preserving their bodies from the ravages of child bearing. Many will opt for this, while others will take the more traditional route, until a time is reached where women question whether there is any point to continuing to produce those troublesome males. A short time later, we men will have gone the way of the Neanderthal. Yes, the male of our species could be heading for extinction. Men are made from an X and a Y chromosome combination, while women are made from a pair of X chromosomes. The male’s Y chromosome, although remaining stable for the past twenty-five million years³, is not being replenished or upgraded. Whereas, the female X chromosomes are in a constant state of improvement, with each new pairing.

Only the best genetic material from each parent goes into making a baby girl.

A baby boy gets only half of his genetic material upgraded.

A genetic attack on the Y chromosome could put an end to the male of our species.

It could be argued that the female of our species is genetically superior. I believe women know it and believe it, at least on a subconscious level. Since they are the child bearers, they may need to have superior genetics, to deal with all the issues related to producing offspring. I do not know. I am just a guy. Consult with a female geneticist and an obstetrician / gynecologist (OB/GYN) for more information.

Most readers will understand the following analogy: Purchase two identical computers. One of them will receive all the recommended updates, while the second will only receive half of those updates. After ten years, it is doubtful the second computer will be of much use, while the first will continue to function well for its age. Now imagine the performance inequality after one-hundred thousand years—or six million years. This is a terrifying concept with equally terrifying implications. Ultimately, somewhere in the future, we boys will get the big handshake, perhaps with a gold watch and a thank you card, as we become a distant memory.

Thank you for conquering the planet for us and keeping us safe, but we can take it from here.

We will remember you fondly.

There is another way of viewing these observations, which I endorse. On the opposite side, one could argue men are nearly perfect, and have been perfect all along. We do not require as much genetic improvement as our female counterparts. Maybe it is the female of the species which is flawed, and in need of all this upgrading. Anytime you are bored, have this conversation with a woman—you will not be bored for long.

My promotional products in support of the book will have the following sayings, one for each sex:

XX Genetics proves WOMEN are evolving 50% faster than MEN!

XY Genetics proves MEN need 50% fewer genetic upgrades than WOMEN!

To produce a proven scientific fact, it requires completed experiments, which produce an irrefutable result. When it comes to men and women interacting, we are still in the observation stage, so my findings are at best, a humorous hypothesis.

The battle of the sexes rages on—and we men are losing.

Take some consolation in knowing, both life and women, are more predictable than you think.

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2 Author: The Satanic Verses

3 Whitehead Institute for Biomedical Research.

Forward by the Author

The path to self-awareness begins with being honest with ourselves.

Please buy this book as I may need years of therapy.

It is 9:27 a.m. on the morning of February 13, 2009. I am completely convinced, after a troubled night’s sleep, I am indeed a misogynist. I may seek counselling, because it is the in thing to do, unless my publishers believe I will have more to offer the world by remaining damaged. If there is to be a second book, its foreword will probably contain the line, I am indeed a misanthrope. I strive to do my best in all my endeavours, and I never understand why others do not.

The stories of women contained in the book should be considered fictional, even though they are based on my real life experiences with the opposite sex. In most cases, my recounting of events is relatively accurate, but there are not any names, places, or dates which could identify the women who behaved badly. I do not know if this book will be categorized as nonfiction. It would be really funny to find this on the self-help shelf in book stores, where most men fear to tread.

Lastly, to the guys who read this book who are in long-term relationships: If you end up finishing this book, only to discover your significant other is nothing like the women discussed, possessing few, or none of the flaws described herein, please contact me and tell me about her. Additionally, waste no time in giving her a huge hug and kiss. Also make sure you tell her just what a lucky man you are. Hey, does she have a sister?

misogynist ( mis-oj-in-ist ) noun- a person who hates women.⁴

misanthrope ( mis-an-throhp ) noun- a person who hates mankind or avoids people in general.⁵

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Introduction

Do Not Let This Happen To You!

Sex Education classes should not stop in high school.

I would like to change the label from Sex Education to Bio Education, because the educational system does not actually teach the finer points of sex in classrooms. They teach us about the things which lead to sex, and the possible outcomes from having sex, leaving out all the good stuff in the middle. Perhaps, if they had taught us how to have great sex, or how to understand the minds of young women, I might have attended class more often.

Beginning in your twenties, you should know what each decade will do to your body, your relationship, and your mind.

You should have to go for a Bio Ed. refresher course every ten years. If we are not among the privileged class who can afford to spend time and money in therapy—getting to the nuts and bolts of what drives each of us emotionally—then things start to happen to both men and women we were never prepared for. These are things we do not understand, which when left unchecked, can cause our health to begin an insidious slide into a downward spiral.

If you are surprised by life less often, you will be happier more often!

This requires a keen awareness of the world around you, with an understanding of how your environment made you the person you are. Before you can begin to grapple with the motivations of others, you must know yourself.

This above all, to thine own-self be true.

- William Shakespeare

MY STATISTICS:

I am a Caucasian male, six-feet-three-inches tall, in my forties, slim build, about two hundred pounds, brown eyes, dark brown hair, a goatee, and all my own teeth—something my grandmother was very proud of. My identifying marks include: scars on the left hand and right knee. Figuratively speaking, I have non-identifying marks left by the women I have known. For example, there is a massive buildup of scar tissue on my heart, created by the many women who plunged their daggers into it. This imagined scar tissue now protects me from future heartbreak—I hope. I have been damaged emotionally by women as well. It is this damage I wish to explore and repair. I do turn heads, but I have no illusions about being a pretty boy. My longest relationship was eight years with one woman; a personal best, or worst, depending on your perspective. Later in life, you could resent all the time, energy, and money spent on unsuccessful relationships, as I do. Prior to that one, the longest amount of time I had spent in a relationship was three years. Before that, the best I could manage was to spend two years or fewer, with any one woman. Those were the days. Now in midlife, with time to reflect on my past, I have come to the conclusion societal pressure keeps us in unhealthy relationships far too long, making the inevitable split that much harder on everyone. Why do we drag out unhappiness?

Society views a relationship ending as a failure—not as a new beginning.

Humans tend to apply the same emotional sense of loss to the end of a relationship, as they do to the death of a loved one. The two are not the same. We need to work on this. With death, the person is gone forever. With exes, they are still around—often, more than you may want.

Past girlfriends I have remained in touch with: 0.

Number of different women who told me they were in love with me: 30ish.

Number of times I thought I was in love: about 12.

Number of times I actually was in love: maybe 1.

Number of women I trust completely: 0.

DO NOT BELIEVE EVERYTHING YOU READ!

I am a firm believer the world would be a far better place if everyone were getting laid on a regular basis. Many guys will attest to this sad outcome: Long-term relationships with women will inevitably evolve from having sex twice a day in the early weeks, to sex every other day, to sex on weekends, to sex on special occasions, and often, to no sex at all. Perhaps worst of all, is when you actually have to schedule it. There are countless books and articles out there, suggesting this is a natural development, as the relationship grows to become more fulfilling and rewarding—less about the physical, and more about the bonding and connecting emotionally of two people.

See, honey, this book says we are completely normal.

To me, this is unmitigated nonsense! These words are written by women, and/or emasculated men, to justify and rationalize the female point of view; to the men they seek to keep as part of their support system. Women have been taught an agenda, with an endless list of wants, needs, and desires. They are sold a romantic fantasy by magazines, movies, books, and society which will rarely be fulfilled. This is why we men line up to see romantic comedies with them. We will almost certainly get laid, once her head is swimming with the romantic notions portrayed in the film. Modern society continues to cultivate the stereotypical roles of homemaker and provider. If you are not careful, you will become a slave to her whims, leading to a life of placating servitude in exchange for sex, when you have been a good boy. The battle of the sexes rages on, and do not let any author tell you something different.

Why are we SO committed to attempting to create a fantasy world, in which to live?

The answer is—a warped vision of what constitutes happiness.

It is entirely possible men and women were not meant to pair up for more than the two year honeymoon phase of the relationship. If we face facts we would see that once we move in with them, we get a view of this woman which is anything but romantic. Yes, she grows unwanted hair. Yes, she has morning breath. Yes, her sweat can stink. Yes, she passes gas and evacuates her bowel, and in the aftermath, these bodily functions are not rose scented. Some leave a mess everywhere. Some have no sense of decor. Some are financially irresponsible. Some have PMS issues. Some are untidy. Some are okay with an inch of dust under the bed. Some are not trustworthy.

This stuff spoils our fantasy of the dream girl we fell for initially, and could possibly be where everything begins to deteriorate.

Do not kid yourself, she has seen just as many flaws in you, which have helped to destroy her vision of you as: the man of her dreams or her Prince Charming¹. Sticking it out in a long-term relationship means both of you have SETTLED, and were willing to let some of your dreams die. The HOPE is, with a partner, you have a better chance of achieving happiness. Happiness is not something which should be tied to people or things. People and things are temporary and sometimes unreliable.

Happiness comes from inside you, and it is solely based on whether or not you like the person living in there.

Put two unhappy people together, and they will usually find honeymoon bliss. They are happier, but only for a couple of years. Once you settle, sacrificing your dreams and aspirations, pinning your hopes for happiness on another person, you have set yourself up for a huge fall. One, or both of you, could harbour resentment for the dreams left behind. This resentment is guaranteed to rear its ugly head later in the relationship. The argument usually begins something like this: I had dreams and options. You are lucky to have me.

Ingratitude is the beginning of a slow death for your relationship.

A good wife always forgives her husband when she is wrong.

- Rodney Dangerfield

Women inspire us to great things and prevent us from achieving them!

- Unknown

Behind every successful man, there is a woman driving him out the door.

- E. A. Barker

I had some words with my wife, and she had some paragraphs with me.

- Sigmund Freud

By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you will be happy. If you get a bad one, you will become a philosopher.

- Socrates

Truer words were never spoken. I have become the philosopher. They say you should Write what you know.² I have had sexual liaisons with many women, numbering somewhere over of three hundred. Early in life, I kept a list, but at some point it just became a reminder of an unfulfilled desire to find the perfect partner—a woman with her own identity, who gives more than she takes. While three hundred does not compare with some well known rock stars, actors, or politicians, it has been enough to keep me happy most of the time, while my search continues. I will admit to some of the descriptors which have been circulated by people who live more conventional lives. These naysayers, who work in cubicles, live in cookie cutter houses, who always take the easiest path, and who contribute little in the grand scheme of things, are very judgemental. They have labelled me as follows:

An icy pragmatist.—this is accurate at times.

A man-whore.—I can live with it.

A drifter.—I love this one.

A loner.—I can be alone for extended periods of time, because I have few regrets to haunt me, and I like who I am.

A person with an unfulfilled life.—we will review this when the end is near.

Dissolute.—nothing could be farther from the truth.

Variety is the spice of life.

- William Cowper

Today is the oldest you’ve ever been, and the youngest you’ll ever be again.

- Eleanor Roosevelt

Life is indeed short, and I encourage people not to waste time. In early encounters between two people who are attracted to one another, the electricity between the two is powerful, intoxicating, and if they are not careful, addictive.

The youngest girl I ever had sex with was sixteen, and I was fifteen at the time. The oldest woman I have been with thus far was forty-six, even though I remained in that relationship until she was forty-nine. Most of the women I have been with were between the ages of twenty-five and thirty-five, which coincides exactly with the years where a woman is at her biological peak for procreation. This is not coincidental. These are also the years in which women are the most predictable emotionally, if you understand how they work.

The upside of having been with so many women is you can more readily identify the traits they all have in common, and avoid making the same mistakes. Their bizarre behaviour becomes expected, and you are surprised by them less often. The downside is YOU CAN KNOW TOO MUCH. You can begin to objectify women, seeing them as damaged needy sex objects, there to satisfy your biological needs. You can become doubtful one exists who you can happily live with, or trust. I thoroughly enjoy the company of women, but I have little patience for the crap they seem intent on bringing into my life. We ALL want to be loved, and needed. We are expected to have a partner for life, but at what cost? People create a romantic view of their relationships, overlooking the negative aspects of the people they partner up with. We let bad relationships go on far too long in the naive hope things will improve, or even magically return to the feelings we once had in the beginning.

It is unrealistic to BELIEVE you can get back things you have lost!

You have about the same chance of getting back the balloon which flew away when you were a kid.

I WOULD LIKE TO ORDER ONE EXCEPTIONAL WOMAN PLEASE.

My failed relationships are a direct result of my willingness to SETTLE FOR LESS THAN I NEEDED in order to have the continued rush of hormones necessary for my addiction.

Money is never an issue, because she has met all her security needs ON HER OWN, and she accomplished this without taking half of some guy’s stuff.

She should crave sex, but know how to love.

She should be self-aware, not self-obsessed.

She should have a joyous disposition, despite all life throws at her.

She should turn heads as she lights up the room.

She should have little interest in booze or drugs.

She should be a little smarter than me.

She must be loyal, passionate, honest, and honourable.

She can be vulnerable from time to time, so long as she is not needy all the time.

Had I paid attention to what I wanted in a significant other, I would not have wasted so many years trying to make it work with the wrong women.

Why does society not accept that men have every right to seek their own version of perfection before entering into a relationship? If you do not believe me, just take yourself out to dinner in a fine dining establishment on a Friday evening without company—the stares you will receive as you eat alone across from an empty chair, will prove my point.

It is as though we must fill the empty chair AT ANY COST in order to fit in.

The only way to change the views of society is to rebel against them. What if there were five star restaurants where every table had just one person seated at it? If just one couple were seated in their midst, would they then be the ones who feel out of place? It would be a cool experiment.

DO NOT LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU!

I am presently having coffee, sitting in what I affectionately call my condo in Northern Ontario, Canada, in February. It is nestled in an evergreen forest on a 15 acre lot I someday hope to develop. Looking out the window, the sky is grey and a little snow is falling. It is freshening up the three-foot tall snow banks around the place, creating a Christmas card like setting, with the snow heavy on the trees. In actuality, the condo is an old, twenty-four foot trailer which I modified and renovated extensively, to handle the