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[Author’s note 2025: I received a letter from R of our, who had taken at job near some of his relatives in northern Alberta. He was gung-ho until he saw the deductions of his first paycheck and saw the deductions.
Moogie and I met up for coffee, so naturally we got to talking about women. Below you get the description of what at that time I thought was the ideal woman. While I’m describing mostly physical attributes here I remind the reader that I would never ask for anything in a woman that I did not have something corresponding to offer in return. I guarantee by the time you finish reading this post, you are going to forget I said that
Glory, a letter from RofR. Feeling his oats. My, my but you don’t hear me complaining and I’ve had to pile lumber, something he never did.. He’s being taxed out of existence. I wish him luck, you know we don’t owe Canada any favors so he won’t be there long.
Gary wants me to work in afternoon shift. No choice this time but I will be as cantankerous as possible about the whole thing. Rob and I went for late coffee. I talked to Jenny that all slim immaculate Brazilian-Japanese gal at the Golden House. I’d do anything for a gal like that, but just once, I can’t stand reading the same book twide. My perfect woman would be, let’s see, I’ve never said it all at once before.
She could be any race but my physical requirements are precise. She must be slim, tall small-firm breasted, that’s 5 foot 6 to 5 foot 8,, long slightly naturally curly hair, large eyes, very narrow waist, with just a lovely ass. Preferably large dark nipples and naturally very little body hair, socially quiet, alluring ,mysterious, very smooth, comfortable and totally intimidating to all other women. I want her well-educated, hey, she’ll be raising my kids. and talented also. She must be independent. Hmm, good luck. Cisco.
[Author’s note 2025: See, I told you you forget my condition. I’ll remind you of two things here. One, I was young, and two, I’m describing an ideal. A little more experience made me change the race requirement to White only. Again, only what I can offer in return. It’s so let’s see from above list what did I not get? Kids. I never had kids. And I chose talent over education, who wouldn’t?
Jenny the waitress. The Golden House was a Chinese restaurant. She wound up running of with the owner, 45 year old Cantonese married man.
Guitar World, July 1980.
