Wicked Woman

Rainy days and Sundays always make me want to procreate. If I lived in the US 'wetlands' there would be no time to do anything. But alas, Georgia stays plenty hot and being single, for the moment, means I can concentrate on other matters such as "how did I get into this situation" and "you're going to have to fight your own nature." To the latter it seems that my vision of the perfect gal is a stable, non-drama queen beauty. The reality is more like the nuttier she is, the more attracted I become. Since this line of hunting has been woefully inadequate for any meaningful relationship with depth and harmony it's time to fight one's instinct. Can I get an 'amen?'