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Love is elusive in the miserable town of Youngstown, Ohio. Steel was Youngstown, Ohio. Now that there is barely, if any steel, being made, there is next to nothing in Youngstown other than courthouses as far as economic stimulus. The general ambience of the citizens of Youngstown and its surrounding area have never recovered.
People there are mean-spirited unless they know who you are. When you get to know them then they can be nice people. Perhaps the government plays a role in this.
The government has, for the most part, replaced intense corruption with honest incompetence. Therefore, despite the racism that from what I have read permeates throughout Cincinnati, perhaps there really is somebody down there loves me. Love despite my Youngstown born swagger.
Getting the shirt from Helene's car to my car and then back to work took about fifteen minutes. The shirt was in a large shopping bag that had been on its way to the St. Vincent DePaul Society. It owes getting into my hands by way of the donor and her peer likely discussing what to do with the bag of clothes and deciding that since I wear free clothing I might enjoy them. This is to be assumed because this was the first duty of the day I performed after clocking in to work.
The search of the bag was performed at Tom's apartment at his insistence after seeing the bag on the way to Chipotle. The food was good, but the anticipation of what could possibly be in the bag was just as good.
One of the first things I pulled out of the bag was a white belt that would be very embarrassing to spank or be spanked with, and not because of the power play involved in the act of spanking. I probably would have taken advantage of the dress shirts if I had a smaller neck, but Donor Tom was able to use the white shirt as part of his wardrobe. For me, size tended to be the issue in not being able to keep most of the clothing. Towards the end of the search within the bag, however, was what made the bag completely worth the time invested in searching.
A belly laugh ensued upon seeing the shirt.
It made me wonder just who in Cincinnati, Ohio loves me? What was I still doing in Youngstown at that time when there is someone in Cincinnati who loves me?
Sadly, the couple of people I know from Cincinnati do not love me. Maybe I should go down to Cinci and find out for myself.
I know I won't. I have no legitimate business down there.
UPDATE: Well, to be a little more forthcoming now that the present that I wrote in is now the past. There was a someone from Cincinnati that I might have been able to love under different timing and different decision-making. Some people just stick out in your life. She is easily one of the more physically beautiful people I have seen, but I am fine with not having gone after her. She was a cool girl, make no mistake. However, aside from at diffeent mental planes at the time that we knew each other, my approach was way too late and her terms and conditions would not be something I would have wanted to live up to. At the time, she had a short-term focus and I was strictly long-term. Still, sometimes I think of her, because I really do not forget anyone who is at least an acquantance. I have no regrets about my non-action for love, but I do have regrets for friendship; as in I could have been a better friend back then and maybe still have one now instead of a good memory.
