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I'm the nice guy all the girls ignored as they chased the edgy, biker, jocky, bad boys. I'm the funny, geeky, reliable, smart (did I already say funny?) drama club, hard-working, paycheck-earning, daughter-sitting, home-repairing, lawn-mowing, deck-building, karaoke-singing, poetry and story-writing, photoshooting guy who was always picked last for dodgeball.  When I went to my 30th high school class reunion, the girls who used to rank on me accused me of stealing my ID because I looked so good, then talked the band into letting me sing "Runaround Sue" and "House of the Rising Sun." A couple years later, I ran into these same musicians at a religious retreat. Oh! ... and they used to play country music with my Dad! I am the boringly reliable guy who will write a poem for your birthday or just because you touch my heart. I can walk up to my past girlfriends here and not be slapped because I was true to them and have maintained at least some degree of friendship. I don't know many guys who can say that. I am a one-woman (at a time ... let's be honest) guy. I cannot understand the men (or women) who try to maintain multiple relationships, except that they must be courting failure. Just to successfully care for one woman is challenging enough! My daughters are grown. I'm "OK" financially: not wealthy but not broke. My health is good, especially since I quit smoking. And I am the Eternal Optimist, looking at each new morning with wonder, wonder about what opportunities God will present to me. Maybe you?

This poem won me first place (and $10 -- score!) in the  Range Writers annual spring contest a few years ago: So Tired By Rex Bovee "I'm just so tired," I say Quietly to you at the end of the day That's finally over and I beat you to bed, Just wanting to sleep, to ease my head. "Just so tired," you echo, quietly in my ear Slipping in behind me, sliding up so near. My day started early, long before the sun I'd fed a hundred people before your day had begun. I'm glad you're here beside me I sleep much better that way Our souls intertwined Until the dawn's waking ray So we lay spooned together And I glory in our rest Of all the joys of loving, This is among the best But I soon discover that rest's not on your mind. Your fingers begin wandering to see what they might find. They slide along the flannel of my new sleep pants Leaving a trail of fire like a parade of biting ants "I don't mean to keep you up, not all of you at least," You whisper, then begin to feast On my ear, my neck, my shoulder and start to wake the beast Naked behind me, you pull my hand to you The facts are clear, I know what I must do: Some things are more important than sleep I have love's promise to keep And when all the options are tried And you're lying spent, satisfied Honey, I have to tell you I really had a ball And I guess I wasn't quite so tired, after all. Wow! THAT was fun, wasn't it? And the judging panel was comprised of all these little old ladies. Probably just as well I didn't have to appear in person to get my prize! I received a Freedom of the Press award from the Nevada Press Association about 1983 for an editorial.

Let's face it: Anyone of about our age who is "in the market" has had some bad experiences in relationships. We are "Walking Wounded." And I believe we are wiser for the experience. Anyway, I'm not expecting perfection. I am not looking for Angelina Jolie or Dolly Parton (Um, wait one here. On some level, I AM looking for Dolly. She's a strong Christian, a musician, charitable to a fault and attractive. She puts action into her beliefs. I guess I am looking for a woman with those qualities.) Okay, I have to say that Faith is important, a charitable heart, music, flexibility, a sense of humor (mine ranges from oddball to sarcastic to dry), Faithfulness (does that look important enough?), HONESTY (d'ya think maybe I've been burned?), a karaoke machine (no, wait, I have my own and dozens of disks -- fair warning!!), a bass boat and trailer and a pick-up to pull it  ... please send picture (Okay, that's the old redneck joke. I like the outdoors but I do not spend hundreds of dollars a month on boats, RVs, ATVs, rifles and shotguns, hunting licenses and trips, etc., to enjoy it. I won't be teaching you how to gut out a trout or wild turkey. I've been with those strong women who can do that, but the meat from Safeway or Albertson's is just fine, thank you! If you like to spend a half-day hiking by the Tongue River Reservoir or above the Story Fish Hatchery, though, I'm right by your side. Got a three-season sleeping bag and 4-person tent in my trunk, just in case! Hey, want to visit Ten Sleep Canyon once the snows burn off? I'll pack my cameras.) The other ONE BIG THING is proximity: Grrrrl,  ya gotta live around here. When I get off work after a nine or 10-hour day, I'm not up for driving several hundred miles to be with you. I'm not 20 anymore and I want to conserve what energy I have for relating with you. I am always amazed when I get responses from women hundreds of miles away. I know a good man is hard to find but really!