I read this particular ad twice. A woman wrote that she was looking for mate, who would like to become a daddy for common children with her. Samantha ...id not want any kids, so this ad was most interesting to me. The photos showed a pretty thirty-two years old woman. I read ads from almost the whole world and asd such as hers were very rare. The women described what entertainments they liked and they wanted an understanding and affectionate mate, etc. I was tired of those types of dating ads. My. I mean, what you were doing is completely natural, right? It’s not like I haven’t seen a man’s…you know…before.” Her words were flowing fast, as if she’d been rehearsing them all day. “I just panicked because I’ve been thinking of you as mine…what I mean is, as my special friend, and then the other day I realized you have needs just like the rest of us do. So everything’s fine…no problem. I may have been thinking of you in a way I shouldn’t have, not thinking of you as a human being.” I was so. They were a mixed lot and that was a fact that could not be denied by any impartial observer.It was the sound of the noisily departing train from Saint Louis that made some of the horses tethered to the rails outside the saloon snort and nervously try to pull their reins from the weather-beaten wooden rail. Luckily, none of them were successful in the attempts and there was no need to chase a spooked horse down the middle of the muddy street with little gratitude from the careless owner.The. I felt kind of bad for talking about it, but I needed advice, and there really was nowhere else to turn. Angie mostly listened, only asking one question to clarify something I said which seemed contradictory.“So, I guess you can see the problem now,” I said after I finished explaining.“First, please don’t get depressed.”“Too late,” I said.I’d been fine when I’d arrived home the previous night, but hadn’t been able to get to sleep because everything that had happened with Jocelyn had churned in.