If you really want to know how to get a guy to like you and find true love, the only way to make that happen is by dating with an open heart.
But I know what you’ve been through.
You’re tired of investing time and energy in the wrong men, only to end up frustrated, hurt, and empty-handed again and again.
You’ve worked hard to finally find peace and a sense of happiness in your life, so there’s no way you’re going to let someone come into your life and mess it all up.
And yet … you don’t want to give up on the possibility of finding your one true love.
You want to meet the right man — someone who makes you feel challenged, inspired, and adored. But understandably, you’re scared.
After everything you’ve been through, you’re not sure which dating tips to follow in order to keep from getting played or wasting valuable time.
How do you put yourself “out there” and open yourself up to love while also protecting your heart and the peace you’ve worked so hard to cultivate in your life?
The answer lies in openness coupled with boundaries. Yes, it’s possible!
If you want to know how to get a guy to like you for you and finally find true love, here are 9 things you can do to make sure it’s safe to be vulnerable opening your heart again when dating.
1. Avoid guys with obviously low self-esteem.
If he doesn’t love and value himself, he probably can’t love and value you in a healthy way.
Find someone with high self-esteem. This is so important.
2. Make sure his values regarding family and relationships match yours.
Take a close look at the life he has created. Does he have healthy long-lasting relationships with friends and family? Does he have his finances and responsibilities in order?
Does he have a good relationship with the ex and kids? Make sure his life is running smoothly before you invite him into yours.
3. Don’t accept his bad behavior.
Think about the behaviors that hurt you in past relationships, and write them down. Was your ex passive-aggressive, negative, critical, non-communicative, or cold?
If your current beau is repeating some of the same behaviors, ask him to stop. If he can’t (or won’t), move on. You deserve to be treated beautifully.
4. Pay attention to what he does not what he says.
His actions show that he cares about you, more so than his words.
Does he make time for you and stay connected when he’s not with you? Does he make promises and then follow through?
A boyfriend who’s thoughtful, caring, generous, consistent, and kind will someday be a husband who’s thoughtful, caring, generous, consistent, and kind.
5. Make sure he includes you in all aspects of his life.
Over time, he should start to include you in every aspect of his life, without exception. He welcomes you in his home and office. He invites you to spend time with his friends and family. And he’s proud to show you off!
If he’s excited to have you in his life and wants to include you in every aspect of it, he’s a keeper.
6. Be sure he’s into you.
If a man’s into you, he’ll make you a priority. He’ll ask to spend time with you consistently, and he’ll tell you what he likes about you.
You won’t have to wonder how he feels or wait anxiously for his call.
Bottom line — if he’s into you, you’ll know it. And if he’s not, go find someone who is.
7. Advocate for yourself.
If something is bothering you, tell him. If he dismisses your feelings or gets defensive, that’s a red flag.
Only date someone who’s able to assess his own behavior and make changes when necessary. Date a man who owns up to his mistakes and who values your feelings (and do the same for him).
8. Wait to have sex (the right one will wait!).
Sex is awesome, and I’m all for it. But when you’re serious about finding “the one”, it’s a good idea to wait. Waiting until you’re in a relationship gives the two of you time to create emotional intimacy first, which is a smart strategy.
If the man you’re dating is genuinely interested in you, he’ll wait until you’re ready. If he’s more concerned about sex and not you, then he doesn’t respect that boundary.
9. Make sure you feel relaxed and happy when you’re with him.
If you feel stressed, anxious, or have to walk on eggshells when you’re dating, something’s wrong. Trust your gut and keep track of how you feel. If there are more bad days than good ones, it might be time to move on.
When you’re in the right relationship, you’ll feel happy, relaxed, and comfortable. I hear this from happy couples all the time!
With strong boundaries and high expectations, you’ll know when it’s safe to open your heart.
And when you’re all in — when you’re authentic, generous, warm, and loving — that’s when love will show up. That’s when the magic will happen.
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The following advice is important and has always worked for me. Good luck, gents!
In the romantic gamble of dating, you must have come across this idiomatic phrase – ‘way out of your league’. The phrase in the simplest of dating terms means that the girl whom you badly want to date or had Cupid’s luck to make your girlfriend is someone who is more accomplished, a stronger individual, more loved and adored by people, than you. Is your hope of dating a girl out of your league futile?
Every time you see her, walk with her and talk with her, you feel the world’s gaze on you. It’s as if you can almost hear them throwing dirty and incredulous looks at you that very clearly read – “How can he date someone who is way out of his league?” So, you end up with this unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach –’ she’s way too good for me’ or ‘I am simply not good enough for her’. And you are convinced that your love interest is way out of your league and nothing will work between the two of you.
But before you start doubting yourself, let us let you in a secret – the most accomplished, beautiful, and gorgeous women often fall for men who like them for all the right reasons. These women know they have the power to make guys worship them, but they are looking for someone who looks beyond the gorgeousness. Now, if you are genuinely interested in dating a girl out of your league, we are here to help. If you are looking for answers on how do you get a girl who is out of your league, we tell you how.
How to tell if a girl is way out of your league
She is someone whom every guy has set his heart on. They’d go to any lengths to date her and are willing to impress her with charming looks, money, and extravagant gifts. And you are losing your heart because you are just an average-looking guy. STOP! Don’t lose heart, not just yet, because you too have a shot at dating her.
Before you actually go after the girl of your dreams, you might want to decide if she is really way out of your league or simply pretending to be. Is she just an attention seeker who toys with many hearts at once?
Finding out if a girl is way out of your league actually varies from person to person depending on what skill sets, ideas, expectations, and behavior she outranks you in.
6 ways to find out if a girl you plan on dating is out of your league
Consider her looks: It’s a common dating behavior observed among people. They tend to pick dating partners who can match their own attraction levels. So, if you think you are less good-looking than her or are simply average-looking, then there is a chance she may consider herself out of your league. As shallow as the reason can be, that’s the brutal way the dating world works
Consider her socio-economic class: This is the most common method taken by guys to figure out their leagues. If she is a rich girl walking around in expensive cars and designer clothes, she may consider ‘money’ as a deciding factor in dating. Keep track of her past relationships if any, and see what kind of guys she has dated in the past, and do a quick background check of their economies. However, that doesn’t mean that poor guys don’t date rich girls. You simply have to see if your rich girl dates poor guys or not
Check her education level: For some girls, brains matter equally along with beauty. If she is far more educated than you, she will rule herself out of your league and date someone with similar educational background
Try to know her lifestyle choices: In order to be compatible, you need to know if you share the same lifestyle choices and outlook towards life. If she is a fitness freak and you’re not, if she’s religious and you’re not, if she believes in the goodness of humanity and you do not, chances are slim that she will prefer dating you
She never introduces you to people in her life: She agreed to be your girlfriend, yet somehow she has successfully dodged the occasion of introducing you to anyone from her social circle. That is your cue to know that maybe she likes dating you, but not that enough to introduce you to her friends and family. Chances are that she considers herself out of your league and you are not good enough for her
She’s noticed more than you: It’s not as if you didn’t know, but the universe never stops reminding you. Whenever you walk out, she’s the one who easily blends with the crowd or strikes a conversation with total strangers. She is smiled at all the time and is often complimented more. She has a huge friends circle. Every time, she is the one overshadowing you and you are simply a dull spot in the backdrop
That’s how you slowly get to know that maybe she is out of your league. You weigh her, and then you weigh yourself on many parameters. Yet, the attraction remains and a part of you wants to date her, get to know her better, and even fall in love with her, even as your close friends keep telling you she is a girl out of your league.
So, what to do next? Do you simply let her go, or do you win your way into her league?
Definitely, gird your loins and try to win your girl. So here are 8 tips to impress the girl who is out of your league.
8 tips to date a girl who is out of your league
We have seen many couples walking down the street or at a family dinner where the one question would always tug at our minds –” How did he manage to get someone out of his league?” So if you feel your chances of dating a hot, glamorous girl out of your league are grim, try out the below tried and tested tips while trying to woo a girl out of your league.
1. Get past her looks
A lot of guys want to date a good-looking woman only for the sheer fun of it – she is pretty and she can be arm candy. If you are really interested in her, ask yourself why would you want to date her? Is it because she’s hot or because you like the way she is? Of is it just to boost your social status, win a bet or make an ex jealous. That would be really cheap on your part, and you will not be successful.
But if you wish to date her to know her, and enjoy things that both of you like, then go ahead. Picture her in your head with a double chin and a few extra pounds – does she still appeal to you? If she does, you would always be sincere with her and that can make you win her, forever.
2. Change your negative dating beliefs
Do not always limit yourself to the belief that girls date rich and handsome guys only. Ask any hot girl and she will tell you how shallow this all seems and how desperately she is looking for someone who’d like her beyond her looks! Someone who comes with just a rose but a heart full of love and eyes that gleam of affection. Someone who yearns to spend time with her, not the friends to show her off!
You must know someone who could prove this belief wrong and show that not all girls are the same. You simply have to rise above these negative beliefs and find yourself a dating partner, even if she is way hotter than you.
3. Get over the fear of rejection
Negative dating beliefs combined with the fear of hearing a ‘no’ push many guys out of the game of love. Step over that fear and pretend that she is ‘not’ out of your league. Some girls are haughty and rude, but not all girls are the same.
And you would have done your research on her before you’d actually made up your mind to woo her. Approach her with that make-believe courage and you’ll be surprised to hear a sweet ‘yes’.
4. Make the most of your friend zone
Sharing great friendships with women can actually give you more insight into what women really want. Your friends (who are girls) can actually help you drop your inhibitions around women and that way you move closer to her league. You will be surprised when you know that they are looking for simpler things in their life- not expensive cars and extravagant gifts!
5. Treat her as someone special
The fastest way to win a girl is by making sure she is appreciated and is treated like a queen. Don’t just compliment her. Try to know the little things about her. What does she love doing when alone? How does she take her coffee? What does she fear the most? When you try to reach the real her and make her see how beautiful and special she is, there’s no way she will seem ‘out of your league’. She will seem like a really simple person beyond her clothes and reputation.
6. Be the real you
Don’t try to buy yourself into her heart by showering gifts, making extravagant promises, and making up stories about your life to impress her. Rather, be honest with your feelings. Talk about the genuine episodes of your life, ask her about her life. Share something real. Work on your sense of humor- which will stay with you even when other physical charms fade away. That will make her drop her league for you in the long run.
7. Build your self-confidence
Whether you make money, change your appearance, build six-pack abs, nothing is going to get you your girl until you work on your self-confidence. Get to the root of your insecurities and weed them out. Instead of focusing on what you don’t have, focus on grooming your own talents. Maybe she is better looking, but you are the better guitarist. So why not try to work on your guitar skills to impress her? She may be out of your league, but once you decide to run that extra mile and work upon yourself, you will be in her league.
8. Show her you’re good enough
Most guys put a lot of effort into getting the attention of the girl without having any plans to sustain it. Once you have the girl’s attention, make sure she gets to see who you really are. Always be a gentleman, treating everyone with respect and honor. Never show off and don’t be a jerk whom she doesn’t even want to see. Take your time in knowing her and always be cordial and warm towards her. Do not act desperate for attention. Do not stalk her or make her feel unsafe – just be around her when she is in trouble. Be someone she can rely on; not someone who cracks cheap jokes at the expense of others. She will definitely start noticing you if you make sincere attempts on getting her attention.
Girls who are approached the most are usually not treated with much respect or are asked for sexual favours. Show her that you’re not like the rest and are not looking for a short term sexual fling.
Keep in mind the above tips and work on them if you are serious about dating. Who knows, the next time you walk down the street with your girlfriend, everyone has a tough time answering – “how did he find someone way out of his league?” But you sure know the nuances of attracting and dating a woman.
And, you just smile your way on.
Oh, and one final note that’s always worked for me. No one is out of your league if you’ve got good game and are confident in yourself.
If you’ve already succeeded and have met a lovely girl, I say well done, sir. You earned her!
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Some days when the weather was nice and you had nothing to do, we’d just go back the tracks and go on a journey. That’s what we’d call it. “Let’s go on a journey.” That meant we had to explore some part of the tracks or woods we hadn’t been to before. I loved our little journeys.
My friend RJ had a sweet tooth and he always spent his paperboy money on Reese’s cups. He loved them, and back then they were only a nickel. Two for ten cents. He would buy a whole box of them and eat them all.
One of the most memorable candies he ever brought with him on one of our journeys was a box of sixlets. There are these little round colored candies in a sealed cellophane packet of six. Think of little round M&M’s, but cheaper chocolate filling.
You could hold one end of the packet, put the whole thing in your mouth and pull… and it would unload the full clip of all six candies into your mouth. We ate so many of those that day, we never finished the box and probably never ate them again after that.
There was a bunch of weird candy back then. Pixie sticks, the little wax bottles with the colored liquid in them, (I think they were called, Nik a Nips) Candy cigarettes, (The little chalky white ones and the gum ones wrapped in paper so they looked like real cigarettes. You could blow into it to emit a puff of sugary smoke. What a brilliant way to teach children the dangers of smoking!) Wax lips, (You wore them as a comedic gag, and then ate them? (Tasted like wax. Surprise, surprise.) The gum in bubble gum card packs, (Literally shattered in your mouth) and who can forget the little necklace of cheerio sized candies you could bite off and eat? (What’s better than edible jewelry?) Or, the sound Pop Rocks made as they sizzled on your tongue!
Wasn’t there some story about how some kid died from eating Pop Rocks and drinking soda?
Razzles, Choc O Lite bars, Mallow Cups, Marathon Bars, and Blackjack gum. Oh, remember the long strips of paper that looked like cash register receipts but had little dots of candy stuck to them? They were all different colors and the colors changed as you went down the paper. You literally bit those tiny morsels of sugar off the strip. How much paper did we consume as children? (spitballs don’t count!) remember Bottle Caps? (Cola flavor? Yes, please!) Mike and Ike’s, Good ‘n Plenty, Good ‘n Fruity, Laffy Taffy, (with the joke on every wrapper), Bazooka Gum, Bubble Yum, Charms Blow Pops, and who can forget Lik M Aid Fun Dip?
I’m sure there are dozens more I can’t remember off the top of my head. Okay, let’s clear my sugary palette before I need an insulin shot with this vintage photo.
Here’s an old pic of RJ threatening to shoot a paper clip at me!
One day my friends and I went on a journey just following the tracks north. There was always this feeling you’d get when you were a boy when you realized you’d gone further than you’d ever ventured before. We knew all of the sights and sounds of the whole area. We knew miles of the tracks and the woods back then. All of it. You could drop me anywhere in those woods and I would have been able to navigate my way out of them in at least three different ways or paths.
We’d walk along and things would start to look different and we knew we’d reached the end of our proverbial sidewalk. This was new territory and new things to discover. But you had the train tracks as your foundation. No matter how far we went we figured we couldn’t get lost because we’d simply follow the tracks back in the other direction to take us home. It was so cool.
So we’re walking north on one of our journeys and we reached what I believe to be the Cottman Street car bridge that crossed over the tracks from Cheltenham into Philly. There were some kids playing down there on the sides of the tracks who we didn’t know. They seemed to be doing something with some ponds of water that had pooled on the side of the tracks.
It was stagnant rainwater that had formed these pools. But things grow in stagnant water. Mostly mosquitoes, but there was something else going on here. These kids were catching tadpoles! We approached them to watch what they were doing. We had never seen tadpoles or anything like that before. They were catching them and putting them in jars of water. We knew what had to be done.
For today our journey had reached its end. We had found something new and would be coming back to this place.
My friends and I put our heads together on how we would proceed in this new adventure in an attempt to acquire some free wildlife.
We gathered some baby food jars and some little nets somebody must have clipped from their family’s fish tank (probably me) and the next day we were off again.
We followed the tracks back to where our last journey took us and happily the long pools of stagnant water were still there. Think about that. A bunch of nice kids from middle-class families with plenty of toys to play with, play on the railroad tracks, and are going fishing in smelly stagnant pools full of who knows what kind of disease and vermin, and it was awesome!
I surveyed the area. The pools were 20 to 30 feet long. There were several. I walked down to the very beginning where it was the most shallow. I wanted to start slowly, rather than just dig right in with nets into the deeper water. Who knew what was in there? What if there was some kind of evil snake that lived in there? (The water was only 6 to 9 inches deep at the deepest point.)
So I’m walking along the edge of the shallow end which is maybe an inch deep. I like the origins of things so I wanted to start at the beginning. My friend RJ and Paul were just dipping nets into the bigger pools where we had seen the other kids working the day before.
I noticed in the shallow end there was hundreds of tiny black tadpoles. Just writhing and wiggling their little tails no bigger than your pinky nail. But as I walked north along the side of the pool the water got murkier and you couldn’t see anything. You had to blindly just dip your net in the water and see if you got anything.
But lo and behold we started to catch some tadpoles. They were all about an inch and a half in length, and we would dip our jars into the brackish water and pop the tadpoles inside. We only captured around four of five of them, and neither RJ nor Paul had anywhere to keep them, so custody of our new pets fell on me. I didn’t mind. I was happy to have some new living creatures that I caught on my own and didn’t come from a store. Free pets!
I recently started watching a terrific series on Amazon Prime about a family that moves from England to the island of Corfu in the Greek isles in the 1930s. The youngest son Gerald loves wildlife and is always out studying and catching animals and bringing them home. It reminds me of how much we loved nature as kids. He’s my favorite character and based on the author of the original books. It’s a wonderful show and worth checking out!
Anyway…I had an old plastic tank that I found in the trash somewhere. We were always trash picking as kids. It was great. I found the best stuff in other people’s trash! I still had the plastic tank left over from the whole Rosalie’s Rodents incident.
(If you didn’t read this on Tuesday, here’s the link again.)
So we filled it with water from the hose out back of my house and put our tadpoles in. I didn’t know how they would do coming from a stagnant pool into Philly tap water, but the little guys thrived.
I don’t know if I put anything in the water to feed them but I must have. I think RJ got some fish food and we sprinkled that into the tank on a weekly basis. I kept those little tadpoles for a couple of months, and of course, some miraculous things began to happen. You can be taught things in school and read things in books, and look at diagrams and photos of wildlife. But to have the actual creatures in your possession and witness it first hand is something grand. I’m talking about metamorphosis.
One by one the tadpoles began to sprout legs! It was incredible to see. A living thing in your own life that is slowly changing before your young eyes. Not in a textbook but in your hand. Of course, we wanted to touch everything as kids, and you could bring them out briefly and hold them. We would put them back in the water and they would continue on their journey.
Then you’d see a little arm sprout from one side, followed by another one shortly thereafter. That’s when I loved them best. Their tails were shrinking, but they had arms and legs. They started to look like fat little salamanders or newts. But they were still changing so you could hold them for brief periods but had to put them back in the water so they stayed wet.
But within a few weeks, they had transformed into lovely little frogs. I always wondered if it hurt for them to change from one thing into another thing so quickly. (around 12 weeks) But they always seemed fine to me.
Eventually, once they matured, they simply hopped out of the tank and went on their way. I always believed they probably lived out their lives in my backyard.
A brilliant science lesson about amphibians all from just following the railroad tracks a little further from home.
I loved playing back the tracks as a kid. I spent so many happy hours back there with my friends. It was close to home, but a place to disappear into nature and our own little world.
I guess I could always relate to the little tadpoles eventually becoming frogs. Because as children we were like them. Just all together swimming around in the little pond of our neighborhood. Then one day we all grew up and hopped away into adulthood.
What would life have been like if we hadn’t moved away back in 1979? We’d probably have a lot more stories.
But some days when the day is warm, we can all pause and think back to a simpler time. When we could simply just go out and play.
There comes a day when you hang out with your friends. Just going to play outside. You never know when that day is coming but it does to us all.
There’s that day where none of you realize it, but it’s the absolute last time you will all hang out and just play outside.
I hope you enjoyed this little series. It began as a short piece from my past and grew into an epic tale!
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My friend Michael and I were hanging out in one of our forts just chilling one afternoon. We’re just chatting and watching the trains roll by. We noticed some other kids who we didn’t know across on the other side playing around with matches. We figured just a couple of firebugs like us.
But stuff starting to catch a little bit and we decide to investigate. They were a little younger than we were, so we felt a bit of hierarchy there, (plus this was our territory, We had forts!) We crossed the tracks to go talk to them.
Growing all along that side of the tracks on the Cheltenham side were these pink colored weeds. We knew most of the plant life around the area because we had all come home at one time or another with poison ivy, poison oak, or poison sumac. Pretty, gross. I had it all over my arms once and not only does it burn and itch it creates these little pustules on your skin that burst into tiny yellow crusty sores. Yea, the woods are fun. We tell them to watch out for the pink weeds because they’re really flammable. We’d used them before to help get our little campfires going. But these idiots are just doing what they want and before we know it, the pink weeds start to burn.
Normally the tribe just take off their jackets and beat down the flames. That usually worked for us, but it’s getting a little bigger. At one point somebody says, “Does anybody have to take a wicked piss?”
No one did, so that solution was struck down. Fire on dry weeds start to spread, and somebody had the brilliant idea to pick up this big slab of wood the size of a door and say: “This will put it out,” thinking that will crush and extinguish the flames. Normally that could work, but what it did as it fell, was create this burst of air that landed on the main fire, but blew the flames out all around it. Now the fire was 5 times bigger.
There’s a moment when boys realize they’ve lost control of a particular situation. At that point, there is only one solution. And that my friend, is to RUN like Hell.
Michael and I knew the fire was out of control and bigger than anything we’d ever seen. If we ran back across the tracks and headed home, neighbors would see the two of us, walking away or running away from a blazing fire and billows of grey smoke coming from where we just were. We’d totally be blamed because the other kids simply vanished at some point heading south.
So thinking quickly, Mike and I ran west across the old ball fields. They led to the woods we were very familiar with, and we just kept going. We ran through the woods in terror not looking back. We were so frightened and paranoid we’d go to jail for being framed for arson and burning down the woods, we just kept running. There was a path that ran along Tookany Creek. I told Micheal we shouldn’t take it because if they put together a search party, they’d look on the path, and what if they brought dogs? We were so just so scared. Our fear had hit hyperdrive. I came up with the idea that we should slide down the embankment on the creek edge, and follow the creek south as far as we could. No one could see us from the woods down there.
I remember back then we referred to Tookany Creek as, “The Crik.”
We made our way along the creek bank for about a half-mile, stepping on stones making our way along the creek out of sight. We got pretty far down until we came upon a small waterfall, so we knew where we were. We climbed up the embankment and got back on the path.
I remember, while down there making our way along the creek I found an old metal helmet. It was underwater, banged up, rusted, and looked pretty old. It was round with a wide brim and I knew it didn’t look like a modern army helmet I’d seen soldiers wearing in movies or Vietnam footage. We figured it was maybe from the Civil War. Our young minds conjured up battles fought a hundred years ago between the North and South. A helmet lost in combat right in the woods on the edge of our neighborhood.
But we’ll get back to that.
We walked up Levick street which was a huge hill. Not as high as Martin’s Mill road but a solid climb. We got to the bridge that went over the tracks and climbed under it. There was a cool space where you could sit under the overpass out of sight. Just a moment of repose to gather our thoughts and plan our next move. It’s funny when you’re a kid you think you find all of these cool hiding spots around your neighborhood. But, there’s always evidence somewhere to show you that you weren’t the first ones there. I’m sure kids had been hanging and drinking under that bridge for years.
Still scared to death, I said we should walk east on Levick street until we got to Rising Sun Avenue. We got to the corner of Levick and Rising Sun and headed north along the avenue. We strolled along, fanning our jackets trying to get the smoke smell out of them.
Once we got to our street, we turned left on Magee Avenue. We casually walked up to Oakley street and then down our block. This way, if anything was going on it would look like we were just two innocent little boys who were coming from the opposite direction to whatever destruction had occurred. As we approached my house we saw the white Cheltenham firetrucks sitting over by where the fire had been. There was smoke still billowing up from a very large section of the pink weeds that had been decimated by the fire.
We went into my house through the back door and I ran the old helmet up to my room. I came back downstairs and Michael and I peeked out the front porch side window at what was going on over there. Our parents would have skinned us alive and left us for dead in a ditch somewhere if they thought we had any part of something where the Cheltenham Fire Department had to come and put it out.
Michael and I never talked about what had happened that day for a long time, but later when we told the story it was always good for a laugh.
Oh, and that helmet I found…
When my mom saw the rusty helmet in my bedroom, I told her I found it in the creek. (Not a lie, even though it was connected to a two-alarm blaze!) She knew my friends and I were a bunch of trash pickers so she never raised an eyebrow. It looked worthless like many of the things we found.
I sprayed it gloss black, and painted a German Iron Cross on it. I just thought it looked cool like that. It sat on the radiator of my bedroom for years until I agreed to lend it to my sister for some play she and her classmates were putting on. I told her I wanted it back when they were finished their little show, but I never saw it again after that. I think some little weasel absconded my helmet. I was a little salty that my cool helmet was gone. Had someone realized it was an authentic relic from the Civil War and sold it for a bunch of money? But, I was so busy in my life by then I pretty much forgot about that.
Turns out it was only a doughboy style, early World War II Civil Defense Helmet. Sounds like an impressive collectible, but you can buy helmets like the one I found today that are in better shape for about $40 on eBay.
So, no harm done Sis.
Tune in next Tuesday for, Wildlife and Evil Pets
And Thursday for, Back the Tracks – The Journey to Metamorphosis
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