Philly after dark

I just wrote approximately 600 words or more and hit the wrong key. It took the wind out of my ? sails. I'm angry and frustrated not to mention with nowhere to go Philadelphia is officially a ghost town. I play piano and paint abstracts in acrylics which are two hobbies that channel a nice portion of my time but I love meeting new people and I am a hopeless flirt. yea the sent of a woman, nothing can take her place. I was raised old school I was instilled with chivalry, even if my back is out I'll still hurry around the car to open a lady's door. Women are always first with me. I can't change that and although I know that I am being swindled or just simply used. I allow her, her spoils. Sometimes I don't even comment about it to at least let her know that I also know. It's funny how they react when they think they are smarter or that they are perfect in the art of deception. I am weird I know it. But my father would break his back for a woman who just took whatever she could. Dad would smile and ask her if she needed anything. Lol. I am my father's son. Lol. Come to think of it I believe it's a fetish. Lol. I may return later. Being tonight is my debut on tigerdroppings I don't know how to check in and see if anyone commented on my babbling babble. Peace and health Joe in Philly