These women are always never-married, or divorced, or their husbands have died.
A lot of times they try to give me food, of all things.
On the other hand, some of these woman try to kill me. They're full of hate and bitterness (their friends and even families describe these women as "high maintenance," which means overdressed with clownface make-up and a bad attitude) and they're in a rage I don't meet their standards - standards from when they were 18. So they act like they want me to die.
I used to be half-owner of a floral shop. Our complaints (always from women) to compliments ran 10 to 1. Not good enough flowers - more, more, more! Gratitude and appreciation - they apparently never heard of it.
But now, when men aren't buying them any more flowers - or anything, for that matter, their attitude changes and all of a sudden they're desperate.
These days, they either want to love me or kill me.
Decades ago I told a friend of mine, "When we're younger women mostly have the power. But when we got older, we have it. So I wonder how they're act?" Now I know.
A noticeable number of young women are too busy abusing young men to realize what's going to happen when they hit the Wall. But they always find out.
I feel like I'm in a Woody Allen film - or an Alice Cooper song! Love and Death. Ah, well - c'est la vie!