The Marriage That Failed
Women keep telling me I'm still too emotionally involved with my wife to start a relationship with me, which is one reason I hesitate to direct anyone to my web page. This isn't an arguement (I've been unable to convince anyone so far, and I'm sure that will continue to be the case), just an explanation. 
For what it's worth, Laur and I were friends for over twenty years, so a lot of my life, for good or bad, was been spent with her both in and out of our marriage. We grew up together. On top of that, she is the mother of my son; I'll always be connected to her through him, regardless of anything else that ever happens in my life. I guess what I'm getting at is, well, I don't know. I'm never going to not be emotionally involved with her for these reasons, but there's no salvaging the marriage for a lot of reasons. Unfortunately, the marriage was over about two years ago; it was only through my unreasonably clinging to the hope of saving it and her inability to make The Final Decision (in fact, I was the one who had to make That Decision) that it lasted as long as it did. I can't cut her out of my life, not only because I'm concerned about the welfare of my son but because to do so would be to throw out so much of my own life, so I'm getting kind of frustrated in my search for companionship; women just don't seem to want to get involved with a man who still has any sort of contact with his wife. To be honest, I feel like I'm being punished (not by you, just generally) for having enough integrity to still care about her. I mean, I don't hate her, and she doesn't hate me, we just didn't work as a married couple. It's kind of curious to me that nobody ever mentions my talking about my old girlfriends; I didn't marry any of them, but I came pretty close.Anyway, Laur (I always called her Laur. Or 'babe.') happened to be my best friend in all the world (which might go to show that maybe best friends shouldn't marry, I dont' know; it didn't work out for me, anyway); we're trying to preserve some of that, but it's difficult, for perhaps obvious reasons. Reasons that are probably obvious to everyone in the universe except me, I mean.
She's trying to start a career as a freelance graphic artist, or was; that path seems to have dead-ended. I mention this because she did some artwork for Prima Publishing's Resident Evil 2 game hint book, and I posed for the main zombie. So if you see that book, that's me on the cover staring blankly back. Here's me as a zombie; it just happened that my eyes reflected like that. I was doing the method-acting thing: "BE the zoombie!" You know. How'd I do?
I really just wanted to put another picture of me on the web, and those nude photos just aren't very flattering. I'm so vain, I probably think this song is about me.
It's been pointed out I shouldn't talk about my ex-wife so much. I'm not sure I understand why, and I'm starting to care less and less. Then again, I don't understand why people get so upset about pictures of naked people or skin color or sexual preference... Well, maybe that's all of them. I guess I understand everything else.
Here's my sexy-babe-type ex-wife, taking pictures at my 37th birthday party. It was supposed to be a surprize party, but I'd figured it out beforehand, unfortunately. It didn't help when the fiance of the guy in whose band I was playing guitar said, "We'll see you later tonight." That kind of gave it away, but I knew already. I almost decided to go elsewhere that evening, which in retrospect maybe I should have done; Laur got mad because I didn't appear to be having as much fun as she wanted me to have. She invited a bunch of musicians. I hate musicians.
Just so you know: Please don't throw me surprize parties.
Man. Man, oh, man. She's not normally that shiny, though. Looking at these pictures, you might think I'd always pursued attractive sexy women, but that's not entirely true; it just happened these were the women I hung around with at the time. The situation just worked to my advantage. Now, if I could figure out how to continue to meet women like this and develop relationships with them, I'd be a pretty happy camper.
Here's a picture she took of me at one of her parties before we were an Item; I was obviously trying to charm and impress her. In retrospect, I've done pretty well for myself in terms of attractive women, considering I'm such a dork. Something about me must have changed, but I have no idea what it might have been. Probably they just tolerated me until they couldn't any more. I wish somebody would fill me in.