In College in the 60's I fell head over heels for a Girl, I thought would be some one perfect to Marry, usually, the thought made me----run like Hell. She was a really nice girl, who didn't play games, was honest, nice people to be along, and who I thought of me as the Cat's Meow, as I did think of her! (yes and having money also helped) Her Mother thought differently----That I was just a "Slacker and a Near-do Well", not for her daughter. I'm a member of the local city Trail Committee----I was made the head of the Slackers and near-do Well Trail User Group, ex facto!!!!!!!!