alone in no pain

There was a woman once who became an object to me. I could not get her out of my head. I was scared to even talk with her. I felt like a kid. It was as if everything on earth shifted for me and I have not been the same since.
That moment in time when I saw her was the greatest moment ever in my life. If I would have said anything to her then, and on that day, it would have been a catastrophy. I would have misfired my words and she would have been entertained by it. Now that I think about it, I probably should have.
There was another woman once, who shifted my planet. However, she was a tad bit different. She had a temper on her that could power a small town in Ohio. Needless to say, it was all her fault. Ok, one evening I did go to a strip club and she found me in the parking lot having a beer and chilling. She beat me like a butter bean and crushed my balls with her foot. Let me tell you something so I can be clear here as to the extent of the damage. First, it took MINUTES for me to find a breath. I was a dead man and I knew it. Hell, even if I did survive, the consequences were sure to be the equevalent to an uphill climb mid-summer with a putrid hangover; for weeks. I could not understand how something could feel so completely and utterly uncomfortable and just all around bad. I wanted to curl up into a little ball and cry aloud, "Mommie!," and then just die alone in the bush.
There was another woman who changed things for the worse. She decided to have her brother come over and kick my ass. It was all her fault. She cheated on me; I have never done that to a woman yet they always seem to find time for themselves in that way. Anyway, she turned out to be a multiple personality. Not split personality, but multiple. Turns out I went out with Jennifer who loved pills and booze.
Another woman made life interesting. She wanted to paint my dog pink. She was in school at the time and for fun she enjoyed going to Hollywood to hang out in an abandoned house with a band. One evening we were at a club and she saw someone she knew. The guy she knew just got out of prison and she could not wait to go and be with him. I thought she was kind of rude seeing as how we were out together. But hey, thesethings happen.
My point is that relationships are a touchy thing at best. Sometimes it is best to be alone. I know it sure is a Hell of a lot more quiet and less painful.