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 King Henry the VI PART II

there is no better sign of a brave man than a hard hand.

Ahhhhh....love sweet love

Ecstasy!
My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time,
And makes as healthful music: it is not madness
That I have utter‘d: bring me to the test,
And I the matter will re-word; which madness
Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace,
Lay not that mattering unction to your soul,
That not your trespass, but my madness speaks:
It will but skin and film the ulcerous place,
Whilst rank corruption, mining all within,
Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven;
Repent what‘s past; avoid what is to come;
And do not spread the compost on the weeds,
To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue;
For in the fatness of these pursy times
Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg,
Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good.

Something is Rotten in the State of Denmark.

You of reasonable and honored sensibilities, discern the method and manner conspicuous of word; callous of soul. These tales webbed tightly as knots whose bands would require the service of ten sailors to unbind: observe each with an eye thrown to suspicion; an ear to reservation and a veiled hand held close to the heart.

Ghost

and then; o raven when rooster crows

Some say that ever ‘gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour‘s birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long:
And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad;
The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallow‘d and so gracious is the time. whereas the new year comes so comes the night

 You would play upon me; you would seem to know
my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my
mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to
the top of my compass: and there is much music,
excellent voice, in this little organ; yet cannot
you make it speak. ‘Sblood, do you think I am
easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what
instrument you will, though you can fret me, yet you
cannot play upon me.

wish i was back in california walkon the beach in front of the hotel del gintonics coronas with lime and a sweet dream damn i hate the winter and theres so much more of it to go .......so i sit back put my hands behind my head close my eyes and my dream becomes a simple poem::

 Evening on the Strand

In sunbleached chairs
We’ll waste the day.
Your sunkissed smile
will fill my day.

With me you walk
on shell strewn sands
then dinner calls;
you’ll take my hand

where spanish songs
And waiters white
J’es suis la fleur
Light my delight

We’ll dine on shrimp
And lobster bisque
I’ll  lean to you
and  steal your kiss

Before the waiter
brings sorbet
your sparkling eyes
are raptures play.

In pearls and silver
Linen lace
I picture heaven
is this place.

The breeze that floats
across the sea
blows back your hair,
gives you to me.

Our sun drops yellow
orange, red.
Sand turns to gold
and seas to lead.

A thousand waves
Break till we rise
from tropic velvet
paradise.

hey raven...you are no doubt weary of this tragic stuff, but here it is anyway:

A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon‘d, and some punished:
For never was a story of more woe....

I mean nothing beyond this personally besides my empathy or better yet understanding. The love that two people have whether it be for a year or twenty when it ends becomes a tragedy on a major scale. it would be easy (having never had my heart broken by the one I truly love) to claim the well-worn words "better to have loved and lost than never loved at all". but somehow someone to trust will come on wings like the one in your symbol and with it: the happiness you once had. I hope that for you.

until then .....here we all are!

Why, right; you are i‘ the right;
And so, without more circumstance at all,
I hold it fit that we shake hands and part:
You, as your business and desire shall point you;
For every man or woman has business and desire,
Such as it is; and for mine own poor part,
Look you, I‘ll go pray.

Alexander you crack me up!  LOL

I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is
southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw...

 What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason!
how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how
express and admirable! in action how like an angel!
in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the
world! the paragon of animals! Perfection in all things until self appointment clouds tolerance, inexperience fails understanding. How easy then to beat a dog of straw armed with such a righteousness!

Your avatar is better than an avatar....its a logo!

Well done raven!

LADY MACBETH

Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood;
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it!  Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry ‘Hold, hold!‘

 

yet after she has gored the innocent....she walks in her sleep trying to wash the blood off her hands (Lady Macbeth would have truly been a candidate for the good doctors expertise)

LADY MACBETH

Out, damned spot! out, I say!--One: two: why,
then, ‘tis time to do‘t.--Hell is murky!--Fie, my
lord, fie! --------Yet who would have thought the old man
to have had so much blood in him.

 

.....nice

It is Psyche and Cupid.

.......But Cupid, not able longer to bear the absence of his beloved Psyche, slipping through the smallest crack of the window of her chamber which happened to be left open, flew to the spot where Psyche lay, and gathering up the sleep from her body closed it again in the box, and waked Psyche.

Then Cupid, as swift as lightning penetrating the heights of heaven, presented himself before Jupiter with his supplication. Jupiter lent a favoring ear, and pleaded the cause of the lovers so earnestly with Venus that he won her consent. On this he  brought Psyche up to the heavenly assembly, and when she arrived, handing her a cup of ambrosia, he said, "Drink this, Psyche, and be immortal; nor shall Cupid ever break away from these nuptials shall they be ever perpetual."

Thus Psyche became at last united to Cupid, and in due time they had a daughter born to them whose name was Pleasure.

Prop ...you are one of the best examples of what the results of west coast public education and free secondary education bring to the realm of American human achievement and interaction: as a confrontational alarmist you are misguided, isolated, desperate and probably dateless. There will be more coming from you I am sure. I sense a mop handle with your name on it waits on its cart at the State Hospital. Get thee hence and do thy honorable work.

Eye appealing yes....and the one on the back seat of a motorcycle stopped in front of me in traffic....

Come on....summer!

Keka wrote:

Surf66 wrote: Prop ...you are one of the best examples of what the results of west coast public education and free secondary education bring to the realm of American human achievement and interaction: as a confrontational alarmist you are misguided, isolated, desperate and probably dateless. There will be more coming from you I am sure. I sense a mop handle with your name on it waits on its cart at the State Hospital. Get thee hence and do thy honorable work. It‘s fabulous to see you!!! I needed an angel tonight and your timing is perfect! Oh, and love what you wrote, too!!

Hi Keka!!!!

How you been???

Surf66 is on the air

 O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on; that cuckold lives in bliss
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;
But, O, what damned minutes tells he o‘er
Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!

Othello

On the contrary!

There is much to be said for sheets back, curtains open, nightgown strap off the shoulder to the elbow, head back, eyes tightly shut that open and flutter blue eyes that stare back and a mouth that asks to be kissed whenever it wants it. You cant do  or see....all that at night under covers...in the dark. Let there be light!.....and if she wants to laugh at me when I start ....uh....groaning with my face all funny: so be it. She is beautiful in all things: especially this ....

I always come back for the Summer !

Nice to meet you Chelsea! there are a lot of new faces (names) here and some of the old ones have gone away.

Hope we get to talk!

Sorry it was an off-handed comment that doesnt pertain. The symptoms you elaborate on when compounded add up to those afflictions.

I wish you well!

yeeeeooooowwwww!!!!

I always come back for the Summer!

Yes I did miss you all. I was out in San Diego for awhile. Been getting along great ... all is happy healthy and a whole lot better than it has been for awhile. I hope all is great with you, too.

are either of you married? or did I miss that somewhere?

This is something I‘ve had happen to me. Its one of the reasons I came here last year. I recieved much good advice and yes, I was admonished by some as well. I‘m married. There‘s some here who will say you‘ve already cheated: calling it an "affair of the mind". Don‘t believe that.

I am speaking to you as if one or both of you are married. If niether of you are then there really is nothing left (or better) to do than let this thing bloom and grow. ....BUT...if the opposite is true. Then it will become a matter that absolutely tears you up inside. I have posted on this previously. I can give you my perspective, such as it is...and one that has left my honor, will and marriage intact.

there will only be two things you ever argue about regularly

SEX and MONEY

you have it all wrapped up in one happy package here. Observations though: your fiance‘s best friend is a freeloader. and what is the deal with you coming to an agreement about strip club entertainment for your fiance? you are in the process of enabling lame habits he has that do NOTHING for you as a couple.

+

Hi Judy!!!!  Hows the catch?

If you read further on: three PHD‘s have point by point rebuttals of this open marriage concept.

An open marriage cant possible work. Its doomed to fail.....(fine Surf, but why?)....because as soon as you share your partner sexually with someone else willingly: you have inured, insulated and numbed yourself to levels of care , respect , love, responsibility for your mate that will lead to abandonment with no consequences. If, after all, she is cared for right? She is happy, right? And I‘m having fun, right? Suppose I want to hang with my new partner for awhile longer? Suppose my wife wants to spend the weekend with the other guy? Maybe go on a sex cruise to the carribian.......How does love fit into this equation. How does jealousy raise its head in this open marriage. Where does the marriage contract say anything but: forsaking all others till death do us part? What happens when one gets sick of the whole thing and the other still wants to play? Someone will dominate. Reason be gone....The husband as cuckold and wife as doormat makes little sense to me as a fullfilling life experience unless that is a position thats desired. There arent a whole lot of freaks that want that in a marriage. ......This has been talked about since the sixties and here it is in the news again. Add children to the mix. What an unimaginable mess.

Not completely normal no. The only time I end up withdrawing is when she starts up with : The garbage needs to be taken out, theres a laundry basket downstairs that needs to be carried upstairs, theres carrots that need to be peeled.........what is it with these INANIMATE objects that need things? I say. Or I open a rolling rock and she says "you‘re drinking a lot of beer lately" and its been since last Sat that I had one....and its starting to dawn on me that Surfergirl is on my case because her day wasnt all that great and I am convenient......So I go on a sitdown strike or have an argument........but.....

Mostly I like to feel her in my arms at the end of the day. Its not all about romance.....but she‘s part of me that I realize as soon as I hold her that I‘ve missed her being in my arms......SO....

The guy works too much! I know you both probably need the bucks...but busting your ass on two jobs takes it out of you even when your mid-20. I dont know how he even does playstation...I‘ve done this with the TV control one channel after another after another without even caring what is on just for my brain to unwind....like a spring going backwards. Videogames are the same thing.....before it happens that.all you are doing every day ....is WORKING........try...

to hold each other when he comes home. just so your bodies can wake up to the memory. Sure theres relaxing to be done, but the touch might make you both want to revisit the scene later. Dont let the day go by without at least holding each other. Advice from a long-time married guy.>>>>>>get all electronic games, computers, and TV‘s out of the bedroom. I‘ve lived both ways. No devices except your imaginations in the bedroom is my advice.........no, you‘re not being selfish: he needs you as much as you need him....he just needs the wake-up.

 I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy blood,
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part
And each particular hair to stand on end,
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:

Alexander likes me. He follows me around capping my posts. I have him on a Shakespeare leash right now.

Starbucks..........the customer is standing right in front of them waiting and the fem-boy yells "Double latte Grande with triple sugar for Jenette!" before he surrenders his ‘prize‘

Jeez gimme a break. .....ME : gimme a small black coffee to go"   they STILL ask you if you want room for cream and sugar.  Too bad their coffee is so good. The stores are torture. The Hillcrest (San Diego) one is the most torturous. Its like a stage play with bad actors. Just gimme the damn coffee OK? Theyve got a tip jar with 5 dollar bills in it, too stuffed................that and 55MPH cars in the passing lane.

starrysky9722 wrote:

Starry starry night........

The first five notes of somebodys song about Van Gogh I hear in my mind every time I see you post or read your name....and it isnt even your screen name!   I think I have become Pavlov‘s dog......well......I see everybody has been having a nice battle yesterday! Hope everyone is feeling better. Spring is coming! No one should feel sorry, no one should cry and everyone can say whatever he or she thinks....is my take on the whole thing. Don‘t anyone cry....it is truly "all good"

when in doubt...post a picture...happy sunday everybody!

Want some advice? Dont discuss the really important stuff with your guy on the phone, text message or email.....The only real communication should be face to face..the rest is maintenance and fluff.. Dont start or end and argument on the phone. See each other.

I wish there was something I could say to make you feel better....

All I know is that womankind is the gentlest caring most considerate being in this world. Man is nothing without them. When we are fortunate enough to find one: there are mistakes we make and within it all we fail to return the love and care from the best thing we can ever hope to share this life with......and still they tolerate us.....and sometimes they forgive us over and opver...god knows why.

Mankind spouts off a lot. We bluster. We bluff. We fight....we spit into the wind and curse god and man alike.....but we fail in life : ....if woman is what we hope for and can never manage to ‘keep‘ (for lack of a better word,; for no man‘keeps‘ a woman except he be some hedonistic rich slob). If, when we are lucky enough to find one and, we fail to treat her in the same way she approaches the world and us......we do not deserve to ‘have‘ her. Its the fool who never realizes his mistake. There are men who go through their whole lives failing this way. You have met them.....

dont think its a mistake for YOU...... to keep searching

here‘s a couple of REAL men !

WELL....SINK ME  !!!

You really have to hang around awhile to get the real tone and flavor of this site....I‘ve been back and forth myself.....the other requirement is that a man really has to like women if he comes here and hangs out. There‘s not a whole lot of real advice we can give....just support I suppose. Or answer direct questions. But it doesnt make sense to shout people down when you really dont know what goes on here. And actually you can vent.....split ...and come back and will probably be accepted regardless.

This is a good place.

When you‘re as young as that.....twenty or twenty one......all a beautiful girl need do is show up. The rest all happens....We (men) all scramble around to see who wins. At that age 19-24...more than any other...is when Alpha males among us start butting heads. I dont think we can help it. Its all up to her I‘m convinced

Jessie Simpson ....when she was eighteen.

pardon my maleness ....but....what a heartbreaker!

SEE YOU ON 78 !!!!!!!

COME ON , BABY....BRING THAT CHARGER ON !!!!

this is the last response I capped on an attack by MattSC:

this guy has to go.

 One should watch what he says and does in here. Your words attitude and actions and arguments differ not much from the men these women are trying to put behind them Whether you are right or wrong is irrelavent. You should  Dispense with arguments that are thrown out for arguments sake and meant to guile or antagonize someone who finds validity to this site. Womansavers should not be a forum for a man to be combative with the people who use this site to gain normalcy for their lives. I believe anyone, man or woman, has the option to express themselves. However Its neither fair nor proper to single out a female for prosecution because of your own personal stubborness whether you think yourself justified or not.

Thanks in advance of getting my message!

Surf

You know what they say about bad press, dont you?

better than none at all........My dad used to say (and this has nothing to do with infidelity, mind you) that "I dont care what you say about me in the press....just spell my name right"

unfortunately ‘Mr. Married‘ will probably clean up on this one....there will always be someone to throw themselves down at his feet ...only because he has noteriety

 The Coward.................fear him not:
Yet if MY name were liable to fear,
I do not know the man I should avoid
So soon as that rotted man who bears to insult womankind.
      He reads much;
He is a great observer and he looks
and lives through the deeds of other men: he loves no plays,
   he hears no music;
Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
As if he mock‘d himself and scorn‘d his spirit
That could be moved to smile at any thing.
Such men as he be never at heart‘s ease
  The nature of them declines confrontation
with all but the most weak and therefore;
such man can be named the complete coward.....................that odious, tedious and worthless :MattSC...get thee hence, your mop awaits.

Who is the Angel in this operation?

I think her and Raven went to Antarctica for the season.........no actually 

 I did find the Raven, ....she went to MySpace to be the Dark Mistress of Midnight...... MySpace is superhot right now. The whole world is on it. Its WAY too much work though.....that might be the cyber place your friend went as well.

Ahhhhhh.....the SERPENT !

The tree is filled with apples.....tempting arent they?

starrysky9722 wrote:

SummerBreeze wrote: Oh yeah. This was mentioned on another thread, but I‘m too lazy to go back and find it. Edfrogz, you said something about banning people but leaving their posts. Well, the site automatically deletes all of their posts when they are banned. So the mods don‘t have control over that part. if this is reguareing matt he deleted his own posts none of the mods did it......

Much ado about nothing. Deleting your own posts is SOP for a lot of people who have visited with issues. Early on I did it myself, in October or november ‘05.... I got all worked up with someone who is no loneger here about political issues....so I got all wierd , and deleted my posts  *poof* Surf was gone. ....thats how simple it was. Its like you never existed. .....Its sad too......I came back largely because Misslovely1 spoke to me in such a mature way that I  recognized my silliness, came back and laid my real problem on the mercy and understanding of this great site‘s membership.... I took a vacation for three months later but didnt delete any posts or pictures.

So....you can dissappear without being banned. I bet its more difficult banning and deleting the banned individual‘s posts. Thats what makes me believe the janitor deleted everything...then quit outright...he was deleting posts all along even when he was here. I‘d be willing to bet he‘s been back as a lurker to read what everyones been saying too and probably having fun with it....but then ...that would keep him away from his sweeping and mopping duties.

repost from another thread:

Much ado about nothing. Deleting your own posts is SOP for a lot of people who have visited with issues. Early on I did it myself, in October or november ‘05.... I got all worked up with someone who is no loneger here about political issues....so I got all wierd , and deleted my posts  *poof* Surf was gone. ....thats how simple it was. Its like you never existed. .....Its sad too......I came back largely because Misslovely1 spoke to me in such a mature way that I  recognized my silliness, came back and laid my real problem on the mercy and understanding of this great site‘s membership.... I took a vacation for three months later but didnt delete any posts or pictures.

So....you can dissappear without being banned. I bet its more difficult banning and deleting the banned individual‘s posts. Thats what makes me believe the janitor deleted everything...then quit outright...he was deleting posts all along even when he was here. I‘d be willing to bet he‘s been back as a lurker to read what everyones been saying too and probably having fun with it....but then ...that would keep him away from his sweeping and mopping duties.

Geez the Waves are HUGE today !!!!

OK starry...starrynight...(why cant I get this song out of my head????)...lets start with surfing lesson number one>>>>>and it requires that you do nothing but stand up. OK ?

do that....stand up.   Now , Imagine yourself on a surfboard riding a wave. You get into your stance....as if your planted on the board ripping down the face of a big one....

Look down at your feet. ...yes, look down at the natural position your feet have taken . Which foot is front? Is it your left foot? Is it your right foot?...because if it is your left foot front: you are regular-foot and waves which break ‘right‘ (that means left to right while your out ‘in the break‘ facing the beach) will be easiest for you to ride and come more naturally for you.......OR.......are you right-foot front? Which means you are like me: a ‘goofy-foot‘ (yes that is the correct terminology) and will be most comfortable on ‘lefts‘ or waves that break right to left.

There! already you know ‘how you stand‘ in the surfing world.

More lessons later!

Surf

scary business....me being Surf and all.

His lies are like their father that begets them;
gross as a mountain, open, palpable. Why, thou
clay-brained guts, thou knotty-pated fool, thou
whoreson, obscene, grease tallow-catch,--

What do you make of this guy? Maybe its because there are no waves in the Salt Lake....and no fish: save one. I always have plenty of Shakespeare for him. He seems to like that.

consider me dutifly admonished by your observation!

I wish I had a sound bite for you all.

I was back to San Diego a few weeks ago to say something at my friend‘s funeral. You know how you can be seperated from someone for years and in five minutes you pick RIGHT BACK UP where you left off???? That was Herb. We were in the Army so he got a really impressive ceremony out on Ft Rosecrantz. He had a hundred friends there. Two of us spoke. He was a true artist at heart so I said something about that and read Kipling‘s poem "L‘envoi". His wife Kitty and I and my girlfriend at the time and Herb used to be inseperable. So for many evenings after the funeral; Kitty and I sat around their living room reliving old times, drinking wild turkey and smoking Winstons and Cigars till 2 in the morning. All my memories of the place and our great times ended years ago but are fresh in my mind as if they were yesterday....and so reliving them was so great.......cause she had forgotten many of them. She was as close to Herb as I am to my wife.

The first night I went over to Herb‘s extensive CD collection and browsed through them to see what music to play and found six different CD‘s by the same artist that Kitty wasnt familiar with or knew Herb had. We put one on...and for the next 3 nights we listened to Eva Cassidy. I did a couple paintings out there and gave them away. When I got home Kitty had sent me pictures of them, a note and an Eva Cassidy CD with a notation that I should listen to the first song (titled) "I know you by Heart" . It is a song drawn to the both of them. Herb ....who listened to it long before he passed on....and newly for Kitty who has found it for herself. I listened to it for the first time and felt it was a song written for their two lives. It is beautiful.

I urge anyone who reads this to listen the most beautiful voice you will ever hear: Eva Cassidy....and listen to " I know you by Heart" .......you wont be sorry.

Thanks, Surf

Ms. Vixen‘s 3-tier quote is priceless.....and true. There is no ‘just friends‘ with another woman. It can‘t happen. There comes a time where you are talking ( sitting in beach chairs on the sand and the breeze is perfect and the gulls are gliding by and the waves are doing their thing. She gets quiet. You want to take her hand. Its Ok with her. Its a beautiful day)  NO YOU IDIOT ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ! or laughing ( husbands and wives girlfriends and boyfriends having dinner and you find only the two of you are finding things funny in the same way. You‘re laughing so hard she is bumping into you. and before you know it the two of you are having this exclusive good time together and dont want it to quit)  NO YOU IDIOT! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? or playing  (some game like pool or foosball or air hockey and theres nothing going on but this intense competition between you two. Maybe you play partners maybe you play against each other some more and you‘re having this great time and later when your leaving she says something about that and you kiss her goodbye too well. Nobodys complaining.) NO ! NO AGAIN!...........it can never happen getting friendly with a girl because there will come this moment whn you want to share more than whats right. It can‘t happen. Run. Run fast. I‘ve been around a long time. I have never had a platonic female friend......its sad. I feel like I‘m missing something. but deep down....I know what would happen

 Opfer mussen gebracht werden. Auf Wiedersehen, Vollidot!

Everybodys in a fightin‘ mood....huh?

Can a male chime in here?

If you Break my favorites into "Hard Driving"  and "Sappy" categories  male and female recording artists>>>>>>

Male:  "Pink Cadillac"  by Jersey‘s favorite son : the Boss ...............and ""I‘ll be over you" by Toto

Female: "Back on the Chain Gang" Chrissy Hynde and the Pretenders then........"Know you by Heart" Eva Cassidy

If you‘ve never heard Eva Cassidy and that song done by her you are missing one of the most beautiful human voices doing one of the most heartwrenching songs you will ever hear

the circumstances of Eva‘s life. the incredible voice she had and what she‘s left the world helps make me believe in  ‘something beyond this‘...

Thanks for the thanks, too. and same to you! I‘ll search for Vienna Teng

I thought about what you had written a couple of times now, Hope. fourteen years is a long time.....and such a short time too....for the moment you both commit to each other those years will melt away. The only sad part would be if you both didnt share your hearts with each other some happy day. You care for him thats obvious. He likes you thats obvious as well. It shows in the affectionate way youve written about the two of you that you want the relationship to run deeper. ....and perhaps it is without you realizing. You both need to talk. You have nothing to lose by pouring out your heart. You‘ve done that here! Why not give that to the one you think about so much. It might be up to you to initiate it and what approach you take is obviously important.  Frankly speaking for myself any time a girl got clingy with me I would squirm and being friends so long thats not the approach you would probably take anyway. But approaching this relationship more like a partnership might be the way to go. If your partnership is Inevitable and you look at it that way he may just need to know that. ....maybe he is shy, passive and unassuming. He likes to be with you, right? Maybe he is just hesitant to allow expressions of deeper affection for fear of rejection or propriety or who knows what hang-ups are in a mans head when it comes to sharing his heart. I have been out of the game for awhile....but I DO know you need to talk about what you are feeling with him in a way that is straightforward and sensible. ......

You like me and I like you. Is there anything keeping us from being closer? Do you want to be closer with me? Have you ever thought about that? Does it seem like there‘s something missing in our lives that could be more complete if we saw each other more? Do you want to try it out?

He wont run away. He likes you.

I must be listening to this song too often.

Heaven, if there is one, has all these beautiful places. There resides all your passed friends and family. Giant forests.... fields of waving grain overlooking vast oceans. in the sky are golden sunsets planets rise and dip below the horizon complete with rings like saturn and everywhere is a balmy atmosphere; comfortable pleasant where all is joy and happiness with beauty beyond compare.............................and then.....there is music. Perfect music indescribable.

When you put on Eva‘s music...especially songs like Nightbird, Songbird or Know you by Heart... its as if an Angel is singing. You know how you can tell? Listen to the music trying to be played by the mere humans accompanying her voice. How in the world did we all miss this creature? It was as she were on sabbatical from heaven, I swear, and somewhere along the line heaven realized one of their angels had escaped and called her back. Two weeks before she died she was in concert. Her last song: ‘What a Wonderful World‘.

why does this get to me so much? It must be spring.

Thanks for letting me prowl around.

I work on a computer. This site is a spot I click on throughout the day on a regular basis (until ‘they‘ say I can‘t, lol) This is a good place with great people.

shoot, sorry I deleted that not thinking anybody would respond. Yeah I see they are going thru a divorce. and now the calls and texts are a form of harassment ...it looks like.  What bothers me is the larger issue: of subtituting actual communication with computers, text messages and phone calls. Maybe doesnt pertain in this case.

you can‘t think that way missyd. You and caring intelligent women like yourself bringing well brought-up healthy happy and wise children into the world  does much to stem the tide of those who care not if they bring one poor orphan after another into the world> Children who grow up being the kind of people these kidnappers have become: Monsters.

Our next generations have a lot of responsibility in determining what kind of place this world and humanity shall become. For my own sake, I want a stake in that future by bringing to the world strong intellegent men and women who can determine right from wrong and love from hate. These scum don‘t know that. Their kind are quite prolific

The deal breaker: she hates water.

There are some people out there who absolutely hate water. As soon as I found out this aberration about my date it was basically over. She Hates being around the ocean. Hates being in it. Hates the sand, the messy beach, the salty water. This.....the cradle of all life and the source of everything that lives and breathes. I fall in love every time I go over that last bridge and look out over a horizon that is blue and deep as far as the eye can see....How can you hate the sea, the ocean, the lake...even a pool for chrissake? But if she doesnt like the beach. Its over....

Hey! Anybody got a Chesterfield?

the law is strange. Its all about the victim making up her mind she wants justice done. Thats the case here. Whats up with my brother?/?....his wife, I believe, who just wants the whole thing to go away. The two of them together are not what I call a tower of Strength. There is much they can do besides write nasty letters and lament the piles of medical bills. and insulate themselves from the problem. ....I would have meted out justice in a way only a father could have ....then thrown myself on the mercy of the court come hell or high water. The verdict on me wouldnt have mattered. I would have served up justice whether my family got down on thier knees and begged me not to do it because I would go to jail..... F that.....this sociopath would never do that to anyone again. He‘d (at a minimum) would be crippled for life.  This story is not over, believe me.

Dont get beat on hope. Dont make excuses for him. Dont tolerate it and dont be embarrassed. Next time this happens...and it WILL happen....you must call the police and report him. If he‘s taken away (juvenile holding) before his release he will get an education no youth would believe. No one....flesh and blood or complete stranger....can assult you regardless of how often he cleans up after the dog. Let him keep doing that...he will become a dog himself.

 There‘s neither honesty, manhood, nor good
fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not of the blood
of true men: yet you crawl disguised dispicable like a thief without conscience disguised in the thin veil of a woman.

Hi Liz!

 I‘ve been with the same woman for a long time. We have a disagreeement every day. Usually it gets cleared up. Some are long term differences of opinion that never get resolved but its all part of communication.....unless you are both screaming at each other and you are being hurt by his words. Thats different. but he is man you are woman. you will argue. that is life. Negotiation is the watchword in verbal disagreements between the sexes as far as I‘m concerned......Trust? you need to go with what many here call your ‘gut feeling‘. If ever there are times when you feel that "something is just not right"....thats when you start questioning and discovering if there actually is a problem with someone cheating.

If you are questioning phone calls , notes, things you see and feel, that long parking lot conversation you witnessed, etc....and he gets nervous or angry and cant answer faithfully your legitimate concerns about his commitment to you and can only be upset that you would question him about it?   ......then there is a problem

I‘ve got to hand it to you axe-man. you are true to yourself if nothing else. You look at this situation from a type-A prime no-seconds, me first, cold position that requires you be number one start to finish....and thats fine. You pose the question and got some negative response on your opinion in the matter. The one I cant possibly buy is that some men find single mothers so they have a child to abuse. Thats an irresponsible comment. I lived with a girl who had a three year old for two years growing up and treated him like he was my own son ( being an immature 21 year old at the time) but we had lots of fun. We were a threesome for as long as the relationship lasted. He‘s a fine kid even today although I havent seen him since.

But I can‘t agree that a divorced woman with children is some kind of tainted goods. Thats a archaic, Mideveil, middle-eastern, dark-ages. Shall we also put her in the marketplace and stone her?

my first job :

Norge Village.  

my duties. Sweep mop the floor of the laundromat get out the buffer and shine the floor.

my second job:

Country club kitchen

my duties: wash dishes, sweep and mop the floor after night shift.

My third job:

private: united states Army. My first 3 months in regular rotation on KP in addition to three years of maintenance required to "police the area"....sweep mop buff.

My attempt at dissing  this "Julie" who had stolen the name from one of our members to put down Hope4Life has been somehow misconstrued as a personal attack by me ....on...... Janitors.

This is a long book. Its better read from the beginning. The last page gives no indication of the story.

Alex is a janitor?

OK then forget janitors.......

Snookie (and I use snookie as an example of the typical lurker regardless of who they be)....GET THEE HENCE.... back to your miserable sales job......there‘s a computer with your name written all over it!!!!

That any better?

just two blocks down the street there are waves breaking. Tomorrow I‘ll be riding them...wetsuit and all.

Please back read my posts. I‘ve thrown Alex some Shakespeare, true....but I‘ve never treated him like a lurker.

Cold water today.

For what its worth I sent in a small donation. Other members might want to put something in just go to the website she has posted in the beginning and do it thru paypal. Its easy. I did because I have a vested interest in the issue. ...those who are going to man the booth or doing the run : Well done! and thanks.

ahhhh! now you‘re speaking my language !

I hesitate to say anything unconstructive, but often I like to joke around. Sometimes I have opinions, sometimes I have nothing of consequence to add....sometimes I chime in for the sake of posting a picture. And once in awhile there is something I can offer........but its Spring. Everything and everybody seems to be going haywire. Choc you gotta believe I haven‘t attacked anyone here besides trolls. (I know you were incensed by the janitor rips: but that was geared to a troll) This is a great place. I am here for much the same reason as the man with the green skull. I am married happily and perhaps my perspective is appreciated now and then......

Love that Shakespeare though!       lol

I‘m only postingto get this notice back up to the top of the list.  If any of you have ever thought about giving to a charity or a good cause and haven‘t....this might be the one. Think it over if you will . ....thanks!

Surf

Chels ! did you check the benefits package??? Did you check on vacation and sick time???? what will your hours be???? Did they give you a company car???...... They should give you a silver hammer instead of the regular gavel!!! Who is "they" anyway????

and........

WHAT IS IN MY FUTURE ????

...I went to the fortune teller.......to get my fortune read.......

I drove an old Mercedes coupe for years that is in the picture...pretty clean for an old 1983.....My license plate said  " SURF 66 "    It broke my heart but I had to give it up for the mustang last June......but the black mustang???????? What .......a......sweet....ride !

I got the key.....to the highway.....down the road I go.....(clapton)

I think the two different sides are people that thought Alex needed to take a break and those who were surprised that he would. How long has this site been in existence?.... Many moons, sahib......the creator of this site, god bless her overworked soul, has 4000 posts. Alex had well over five thousand posts. Five.... thousand....and they werent one liners either. Most of them were articulate well-thought out responsible posts that weren‘t off-the-cuff remarks. In many cases they were paragraphs long. He likes this place. I‘d be willing to bet he never missed a day. As well, I suspect he read every post that crossed the boards here plus chatroom plus all the peripherals. .......Think of how time consuming that would be for any one of us. The guy lived here. Who else does that? Who else besides the ‘creator‘ (wasnt there a Star Trek episode with the ‘creator‘ ?) anyway, who else besides LMWS cared more than that? When you are ‘keeping up‘ that long and that intesely....is it any wonder that something or someone is going to push you to the negative side? I have fun here and sometimes I get serious...but Alex was always on the sober side of an issue.....tough to do and also tough to keep a level course when you are constantly being a kind of Solomon on this site. Then you get new people coming in that dont care who Alex is and just want to shoot off their mouths for ten posts and go. Alex was there with the welcome, the conversations for as long as they stay...they go...theres someone knew. Alex is there again and again and again. Old timers, trolls, newbies...whoever. I can see how someone like Surf66 could rub him the wrong way......but its not really me. Its the pressure of doing what he does for as long as he‘s done it. looking at the situation I think......You crack at the seams. You get on somebody you never got on before, you get negative for days. people start to piss you off. Your ‘help‘ turns into sarcasm. Someone criticises you and you take offense. You can‘t see it or you dont want to see it. someone gets really irate with you and suddenly youre pissed off at everybody...its a progression.......I dont know, I‘m just guessing. I know how you can get yourself in a corner in everyday life. It can certainly happen here. At the least he probably feels unappreciated ......at the worst :cast-off like yesterdays news. But we all, some more than others, know he has been part of the backbone of Womansavers. No one who has such dedication and such a vested interest and past committment can desert this place unremorsefully. He will need to come back as soon as he downloads unwinds and kicks back. He needs to do that for himself and this site. Give him some space and time. When he does come back refreshed I‘m sure there‘ll be a parade

....A HORSESHOE CRAB ????......

.....................goddammit!

nope, you didnt miss a thing...I‘m giving the guy the benefit of the doubt and figure he stressed himself out or stretched himself too thin.....and snapped..... five thousand posts is like living on this site....  and I‘m one of those guys you either love or hate: a good enough target for a ‘lordly‘ type who isnt getting ‘all the attention‘...I‘m curious about your assumptions, though.....if you ever care to email them.

 I made an admission here once. That was it: he started using his gavel on my persona in judgement and admonishment.. ....hence the steady diet of  Shakespeare in return.  Pretty silly stuff, huh?....fact is.... this guy needs probably needs to take a break. I dont think he realizes it. How , why, where I can fool anybody and about what is beyond me. I‘m a guy who lives in Jersey with a wonderful wife and kids I work a job I commute to . I love the beach .  I‘m an artist. I drive a mustang. I have an email address posted I‘ve had for five years. My pictures on file. I am real simple to figure out and have nothing to hide. If I like someone I show it or get inspired to say something or do some poetry because the moment calls for it and I cant think of any better way to express myself.

 I think women are very special underrated and particularly interesting creatures. Always a mystery and a joy.......thats why I am here mostly because so many of my sex fails them.... Not that I have any real answers, but maybe I can say something uplifting now and then and be a better example.

NO FOOLING !

Its going to be tough for that special guy you find. It really is. He will have to be something special and someone free from an inordinate amount of jealousy. Therein lies the difficulty. the fact you are unique bty being attractive, intelligent and accomplished....there will ALWAYS be a male out in your world who will woo you regardless of your faithfulness....those "all the guys want from me is sex" men. .....after all....look what‘s happened with the boys here responding to you sight unseen....just at the hint you are what you say you are. This is an inevitability. and will generate some amount of unease in your long time partner. Im not going to say he will be jealous and possessive but odds are he will.

A potential man in your life will have to understand your accomplishments . Perhaps his will not match your own intelligence. That also takes understanding an envious partner may hold that trait against you......and ......you might find such a man eventually tiring and uninteresting regardless.

There are more than two categories though: with a multitude of flavor throughout....but when faced with the ideal....its the players that tend not to consider the woman inside and they‘ll jump at you....while the everyday guy might consider you an impossibility ;...even so... having won you, may turn himself  inside out trying to keep you and fight off imaginary suitors. This apprehension alone can misdirect a good man.

My wife has written no books and has a heck of a time with doing the English language justice....but she is drop-dead gorgeous. Her innocence , natural friendliness, and stunning beauty has kept my jealous edge simmering for years. This has been controllable and ever so worth the effort it took to win her. God help me if she were a nuclear physicist to boot.

yeah , me too. I had composed some great stuff too. lol. anyway to Rhi about her friend.......with all these examples  and all this deep thought....lol....*poof* ! gone.

I should just stick to pictures...

they‘re faster....

picture for the day !!!!! man I cant wait to go surfin without a wetsuit......

LOL ! 

This is off-thread......but God bless you for having lived with a tweaker. Meth is the worst. Worst than any addiction on the face of the earth. There is no coming back from the first time. A meth addict is hooked forever. and those closest to them suffer most. I hope everything is better for you now. There is a special place in heaven for people who have lost someone to meth.

Anyone who can find a few minutes to spare, please open the link and consider ‘helping out‘ in some way. This is a great cause.

a picture for the occasion:

 Cheating sites are so  personally wrong. And you know what? Its not because cheating is religiously immoral (which it historically is, but who cares) or shunned by society (which it used to be but who cares anymore). Its wrong because it exposes the lying, cheating, backstabbing, relationship-destroying, willful  and ultimately WEAK bend people will take if allowed; then condones and enables it. Its depressing. Cheating is the mindset of the spiritually bankrupt. Its ‘justified‘ and hammered into our psyches everyday from every source imaginable saying its OK everybody is doing it. It takes a victory of the will to rise above the garbage these people want us to crawl in. Its so much worse, failing yourself  this way. Dismissing the communication one should have with their partner before something like cheating happens....and here I am talking about cheating as if someone is forced into it through non-communication of relationship issues with their mate....but I wish that were the reason people cheat...because they‘ve been driven to it....NO...these tens of thousands of thousands are so shallow that they dont care if they hurt the human beings in their life: husbands, wives, children, partners,...They just ‘do it‘: a natural progression resulting from the gutlessness of their lives

  ...Dedication, deepening love and  inner strength comes with faithfulness. along with it confidence, hope and success is what makes us better than common animals. We are our own worst enemies...for everything we strive for : money happiness, power, material wealth can morph into envy lust and desire. No one wants to be denied. No one wants to be left out. We DESERVE to have eveything we want....want. The power of love cant be measured. If it doesnt have a payoff to some people: love and fidelity are viewed as worthless. Fidelity in the examples we see around us...seem such a rarity that witnessing true faithfulness appears a monumental achievement when actually it comes down to love and the power of personal will.      For those left behind.... ‘dammit I tried‘ means more than anyone can know....with every epithet they can throw at the shadow that darkened their path too long; deserved tenfold. These expediters, these enablers.... these sites that mock us all as they rake in spineless cheaters will never go away. dismiss them as you would the shadow you‘ve cursed on the way out your door. They are the other side and for that reason: they are nothing of consequence.

Not pimps actually. That assumes these users are victims. Cheat sites are fullfilling a ‘need‘,  grabbing market share, filling shelf space in the market, no different than ebay. The user has degraded him/herself  knocking at that door. The entrance to the store cant be blamed. The user as victim is the worst kind of excuse for gutless behavior.

missydelite wrote:

Surf66 wrote: Chocoholic wrote: Lyn41 wrote: "The LOVE of money IS the root of all evil" It‘s obvious, She loves money, so she doesn‘t care a darn thing about morals... Hey to her anything goes as long as she makes what she worships.    Repeated for emphasis. Ashley Madison is a corporation. There is no she.. Yeah but is the corporation maybe named after the person that founded it or something?

could be....kind of like Sara Lee, huh? but I doubt the CEO of the parent company is named Sara....just like I suspect Ashley Madison is a pseudonym .

The point is. If one wants to target "Ashley Madison" as the culprit here: that is easy enough; but I submit your dissappointment is better directed towards the end user. Kind of like drugs. You can blame "heroin"...but in the end whose fault is it?

Well said! and as true as the day is long

 My sweetie "had babies" and I can tell you I loved her boobs before, after and "during" ! No woman should be reserved or self concious about hers no matter what size or shape. They‘re wonderful to us .....but...what I look at first in a woman...and mind you, I‘m not really looking seriously anymore! (this is a legal disclaimer, lol)...is all in her face. Her eyes...her hair, her smile.....and ( has anyone heard of this? ) ...her nose. There is something about a womans nose that either clicks or doesnt for me. This is a huge factor. Why is this?

I‘m out of the mix....but I do know one thing. If I‘m talking to someone like that...even if it takes days...sometimes when you hear it all and there is no more to be said besides repetition of her same problems. you are able to know:

1. where she is coming from in the mix....2. That she appreciates you listening......3. her likes and dislikes in men....4. that now....you are able to talk about doing some things together......and there is you : with all that knowledge and a stunning woman on your arm to boot.

Nothing is found without some effort in the search. Gold isnt sitting out on the ground waiting to be picked up. You have to go down in the mine for the diamonds.

Good luck out there regardless!

excellent.

why play the game?

I dont mean to redirect the concern here, and  if this is truly happening to you, I am sorry ...I wonder, off hand, what the percentage of women compared to men do the same thing. I‘d bet its a third or less.

CHGirl wrote:

What do you guys ( girls & Boys) like best about Spring/Summer?  I like that: It stays light longer now. Everything is so green and flowers are staring to bloom. Looking forward to trips and hikes~Anything outdoors! Springs is a time for renewal and fresh starts! Sunshine, Sunshine, Sunshine!!! Fresh Fruit, BBQs, Outdoor Seating, Concerts in the park, etc.. Who else can add to the list of good things to look forward to??

Waves.......waves.....more waves.....

Ahhhh Summer........... 

I have UV caused benign growths on my eyeballs from squinting into the sun. I have scars on my knees and deformed toe knuckles from paddling. I have skeg cuts and brown skinspots and none of that matters except to remind me I am a surfer. and Surfing is no different for me now than it was when I was thirteen waiting on the beach for someone to come out of the water so I could ask to use their board. Its being in God‘s ocean where on any given day its waves come one after another endlessly and eternally. Its the radio, the salt air smell and the drawbridge onto the island:  Summer at the beach is little different on the East Coast.....The dew in the grass on your bare feet, Cool sand before the sun comes up, being in a small lineup near the jetty with dawn coming and the sun hitting the horizon blazing while the waves are quiet glass all steel blue. Sitting there with your friends and you can already feel the August heat of it on yesterdays sunburn while ten Pelicans are wingtip gliding on the wavetops better than you could ever ride them yourself. Its seeing skates cruising a couple feet off the bottom going left while you look down on them going right. Its hanging near the pier and a porpoise surfacing to breathe right damn next to you. It is going out in a hurricaine to the hiss of sheets of spray coming off the back of a monster you just made it over. Its the heart pounding thrill of seeing the next one even bigger humping up in front of you, cursing it while going up its face: three , four, five six strokes and hearing it roar behind while its rain beats your back; the water warm from getting pushed in from the Gulf Stream. 
   Summer surfing..... lingers as sounds you hear with sights and feelings that are mere seconds long and last a lifetime. Those experiences become an unsharable, unexplainable, solitary and sustaining part of your soul that will draw you back into the water again and again if only to greet the dawn and ride one in.
   Always: there is the board. The one constant. sliding it off the beams in the garage, the sound of the straps slapping while you get it on and off the car roof, The sand gritty when you put it on the sidewalk. the smell feel and even the taste of the wax. The rail tilting forward in your hand. The sound of the leash as you walk. The board is the heart and soul of the surfing part of you. flexible, fluid and a part of your love affair with the ocean. I remember each one fondly. ,,,,thats summer to me

I lost my father in October of 03 to pancreatic cancer. Diagnosis to.... passing on....is quite a short time span. He found out in February and knew what the score would be. That summer we gathered every living relative that could make it and rented two huge beach houses in the Outer Banks of North Carolina. and spent two weeks. Every day and every night were dinners, parties, getting out all the old pictures talking about relatives living and gone. The nights were fabulous prepared seafood dinners, fires on the beach, the days were lazy lounging drink-sipping and joyful affairs filled with great conversation with cousins aunts uncles, nephews nieces brothers sisters my mom...and my Dad...who had arranged it all. That last Sunday...I cant tell you how emotional it was for everyone. But my Dad was lost in the reverie. He couldnt have been happier. Three months later he was gone. At home with all of us there around him. He was from California and an engineer. His favorite engineering marvel in the world was the Golden Gate Bridge. I did a pen and ink of the Golden Gate , gave it to the stone mason who had it etched into his marker.

..why do I say all of this. Because here was a man who knew that the end was near and celebrated his inevitable passing with all of us in a way no one will ever forget. He was a rarity. and he made it as easy for the rest of us as anyone possibly could.

Hopefully there will come a moment when your grandfather realizes what is truly happening to him and will allow his family to comfort him. None of us wants to leave this life but I hope it becomes easier for you and your family soon.

got a lot of response on this one, huh?  lol....ah well....how about a picture?

We men arent offering our opinions on things much are we.

 hamlet:  on his loss of joy.

I have of late--but
wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all
custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily
with my disposition that this goodly frame, the
earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most
excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave
o‘erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted
with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to
me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.

and as such....this site...Ladyboy departs

Ah....my friend...very perceptive....

MANY MANY personas. some of them answer each other!  

 I‘m sick of these GUYS.

The hottest (star-caliber) women of all time:
1. Grace Kelly....aristocratic, cool, a face that could launch a thousand ships
2. Candice Bergen.....somewhere along her career she thought she was a photojournalist....what a mistake. My love has been sworn here often.
3. Mariyln Monroe....The ultimate in clothed eroticism
4. Jessica Simpson.... cute, clueless, looks good in Anything.... and I love the bump in her nose
5. Martha Hyer....blonde simmering sexuality even for the 1950s. Her voice never lies
6. Cindy Crawford...just dont let her talk...a survivor that ages timelessly
7. Katherine Ross...my first love as a kid. Her eyes, her hair. I never noticed she was short!
8. Gwyneth Paltrow......"I understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh
Which thou pour‘st down from these swelling heavens
I am too perfect in; and, but for shame,
In such a parley should I answer thee."
9. Gabrielle Reese .....Athletic, stunning , ....the victor in all things.....and her eyes in a stance
10. Dyan Cannon....Heres a girl who has GOT to be fun at the beach....Kinda like Dee Dee Myers and a bottle of champagne
11. Christie Brinkley.......speechlessly beautiful. and probably wonders what all the fuss is about.
12.  Natalie Portman....so many of her. who is she really....I‘d like to know .

there....I feel better now !

lucky you....

Gwyneth...isnt what I call beautiful really....its her dialect, her chosen words. Her portrayals...her words alone are what makes her beautiful to me , therefore the Shakespearian quote about ‘her pretty welsh tongue‘

I tried to fit Cybil Sheppard in there..she‘s a lot like Dyan Cannon. but....I bet Cybil doesnt like the beach . I almost went to NYC to see her in a piano bar. She had an act singing ‘torch songs‘ a few years back. surfergirl wasnt receptive, lol.

My two claims to fame meeting celebrities? Angie Dickenson (having dinner with B.Bacarrat in Del Mar) and Lauren Bacall (at a club in NYC). My daughter‘s middle name is Lauren..... Ms. Bacall was not impressed. *shrug*.

Last time I started a ‘poll‘ type thread it didnt go over too well but I‘ll start another one regardless:

Who would be the one famous man or woman you would want to meet?????

5. I can still hear the theme from Lovesick in my head. Elizabeth McGovern made my heart melt in that movie

10.   Bridget Monet.....the absolute most believably intense erotic number one all time best female adult movie actresses...did more for me getting in and out of her own clothes than most any other ‘star‘ did doing their specialty.....and....she was the great grandaughter of Claude Monet the French Impressionist........she impressed the hell out of me i can tell you........

( do I need to put out a personal disclaimer here?)

Who would it be???

I saw Gorbachov drive by from Times Square back in the day. They shut down the streets for him!  The guy I want to meet is Peter Mel..... BIG wave surfer...the biggest. Not the most famous, but he has done it all everywhere and would be most likely to talk about it.....

No politicians. They‘re all BEAT.

The woman I want most to meet is Candice Bergen. For all the hundreds of reasons I‘ve posted here before. I‘d jump through hoops to do it...

After that......Howard Hughes.

Very Diplomatic, Chelsea!....I see that you have come by your gavel honorably with a timely and responsible post.

 
    And, for I know thou‘rt full of love and honesty,
And weigh‘st thy words before thou givest them breath,

;-D

Surf 

(whatdya think daGuru...am i suckin up enough?lol)

"  Surf, is there plenty of sugar this time???  "

 She speaks:
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o‘er my head
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.

Its amazing how untrained, unschooled, uneducated and bread-brained actors and actresses latch onto and idea...an idea which buzzes around  like some housefly buzzing in an empty room, when some idea does happen to float into their idle thoughts. How they beat the rest of us over the head with it from their holy pulpits! I guess its enjoyable listening to the moronic ideas they all come up with, and.... lucky for us ...... we have become leery of these 40 year old high school graduates telling us how to think and what to believe......but you all are correct...how we like to see these knuckleheads get their comeuppance when that karma comes around.

Brooke Shields I really like. She‘s a hollywood kid but has lived her own life within that frame of reference. college, marriage, kids, working her job, and having the difficulties and problems she hasnt kept from sharing with us all...in a way that perhaps might help someone out there as well.

Tom Cruise is a preachy short little punk who didnt hesitate to attack a woman just when she was having her most serious emotional difficulty. Typical man that is discussed on this site, huh? You dont hear him taking on another man with a difference of opinion either....just women. He‘s typical for Hollywood men and needs his candy ass kicked.

how is this for a lame answer.....I don‘t know ! 

here is what I do know about her. Candice Bergen is a beautiful woman in the way which I find particularly attractive physically. She‘s a hollywood kid who lived her life in the shadow of her father. I believe she is from Swedish stock and that seems to have made her straightforward and tough. It comes through in her acting.. Her interviews are fun....and I agree ..she‘s natural. I know she dropped out of Penn to make the Sandpebbles with Steve McQueen Did she go back to school after that?   Somewhere ...late sixties early seventies...typical for the sixties ...she thought she would change careers and be a photojournalist...big mistake as far as I‘m concerned. I can only imagine all the films she could have graced with her particular brand of beauty ( a rarity in Hollywood where an actress gets a pass for large breasts) and character. .....but, like most of the women on my top-ten list, I fell instantantly in hopeless love with her (at least her public projection anyway)...and now: she can do no wrong !  

What is it with falling for these older women? Talk about someone who has aged wonderfully though : its Candice Bergen.

COME AT ME  !

Surf‘s Comcast bill : computer ,phones and Cable TV bill per month:

$187.00

Surf‘s Comcast rental of the movie "All the right Moves"

$2.35

Expressed as a percentage equalling dollars out of Surf‘s pocket and into that of Tom Cruise:

3000th of one percent of one cent

Value of Surf‘s belly laughs at Tom Cruises expense:

Priceless !

someday I hope to meet all of these people who went to work and never came home again. All 2996 of them:

http://www.september11victims.com/september11Victims/victims_list.htm

May 9th....May 9th....thats a Tuesday this year. I‘m going to take off....find a big field of daiseys and dandylions...open a bottle of merlot...and write poetry.

It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold, ‘tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.

then again....maybe I‘ll take surfergirl out to dinner!

this has nothing to do with interpersonal relationships 

karma....psychics....now the supernatural.
There are two experiences I had which have caused me never to dismiss anyone who relates their own experiences with the supernatural.
The first :  two people who came ‘watch over‘ my friend and I after we rolled a convertible on a deserted road near one of the passes in the Rockies. These were angels...I know it......quiet calm peaceful who suddenly were no where to be found when our other friends doubled back to look for us.
The second: It was exactly this time of year, too. many years ago. I was hitchiking through PA and night fell as I got to Gettysburg and no one was picking me up. I was carrying a pack and sleeping bag so about 8 PM.... I walked into the completely empty National Park . went way back deep into it, got off the touring road, went up a hill found an out of the way place to roll out my bag, It was pitch black....I crawled in and went to sleep.......at two AM  I woke up stock still upright in my bag with such a feeling  every hair on my body was standing on end. THIS was absolutely the most terrifying two hours of my life walking out of the Gettysburg battlefield with unlaced boots and two armfuls of gear ....and never looking away from a point on the ground directly in front of my feet the whole time. There were fifty thousand souls seeing to it that I kept moving. That I know for a fact. I havent been back since , nor will I ever again.
and for those two reasons alone I never dispute, nor argue stories of the supernatural, psycics...or the resulting karma from anybody ....in fact I wont dishonor these experiences by posting pictures with them

I‘m MELTING ! I‘m MELTING !!!!!   what a world....WHAT A WORLD !!!!!

its like dissappearing.  well anybody ever want to get in touch with me im at   surf66occp@hotmail.com

I dont sit here composing bullshit for drill. I dont write opinion so it can be attacked by children and so I care little for your overtolerant sensibilities, sir. I‘ve pissed away enough effort to have it disappear for no reason except to serve the humor of a child.  who can hack the site till kingdom come...delete my comment "hello you little queer" ?....no loss to surf.

This has been the best thread I‘ve seen here in a month.

I‘ve just read some insightful and intelligent commentary bringing you ladies into a clarity I havent witnessed earlier. This, truly is constructive! Othello would have joined you thusly:

O curse of marriage,
That we can call these delicate creatures ours,
And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad,
And live upon the vapour of a dungeon,
Than keep a corner of the woman I love
For others‘ uses.

Cherry, ....what you are saying is very very serious stuff. Anyone who reads this would be stunned BUT ....also..... very impressed by your courage. What you have said here is the first critical step to getting yourself back; admitting to yourself that there is a problem. Bravo! There will be offers of help and advice and directions to some legitimate sites and organizations I am sure many here will offer soon. I dont have that expertise. But please please seek help from a reputable source. You cant do it on your own. No one expects you to do that. BUT....There are networks and support people out there who will help. You are not alone in this. Take the step forward. Nothing you can do is more important than getting clean...no time, no friend, no family...no nothing is more important! You can come back to your loved ones as soon as you are straight....but please....SEEK HELP !....dont wait. You are a courageous...important human being. give yourself a chance...

I wish you every good thing you can do for yourself. No one here will desert you. Keep your head up and strive to get yourself on the straight track.

Love to you,

Surf

Hi again Cherry...

this will be a long hike for you, but a good one...the best thing you will ever do for yourself. Keep in front of you : your goal. Tell yourself nothing will get in the way of achieving that goal.

You cannot shrink from search for help because of embarrassment or worrying what other people think. You are lifting yourself up out of the mud. This is a courageous and heroic thing you are doing.

1.Don‘t be too certain that your present employer cant provide assistance. Honesty and straightforwardness is a key. Dont assume your employer wont help. If it is a larger company they will have a good HR (human resources) department with people trained to handle your situation. They HAVE to ...its the law that there be competent assistance to employees. You being part-time and on comp shouldn‘t matter. ...BUT...

...........FIRST......Check with your local or state agency that deals with substance abuse. they will answer every question about your employers responsibility to you. 

2. WHEN YOU TALK TO THESE AGENCIES. Open your phone book (to government) and go down the list for local state and federal agencies that deal with substance abuse..There are state and federal agencies that exist SOLELY to assist a person who is seeking help for what you describe. Ask right away what help they provide. Organize yourself before you call. Write down every question and request beforehand and ask every one. Write down the names and numbers of every contact they give you. Keep a folder. This is your lifeline.

......DONT THINK YOU ARE ALONE in this! As a taxpaying American citizen...your government agencies are there to help you ESPECIALLY in a situation like this. And believe me: there are very good substance abuse programs both public and private. This is a problem for which agencies have been created JUST FOR YOU ! they are waiting

3. There are off hours and outpatuient meeting you can attend for substance abuse that shouldnt cost you a dime. Narcotics Anyonymous or something like that where people who have found themselves in the same position you are can find support. At there places there are co-ordinators and qualified people who can give you guidance and direct you to even more help.

4. TAKE CHARGE ! you control your own fate. for every step backwards take TWO forward. Never give up. Never.

Marry,
And I am glad of it with all my heart:
I had rather be a kitten and cry mew
Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers;
I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn‘d,
Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree;
And that would set my teeth nothing on edge,
Nothing so much as mincing wordiness:
 like the forced gait of a shuffling nag.

Hello JJ.....well .....the kids got me a case of Rolling Rock and some Dominican Cigars. Surfergirl bitched at me for smoking and drinking early  ...but then...she always looks at me funny when I‘m on my second one. Later I hit Sandy Hook where the waves were flat, the beach was speaking Russian and the women were Puerto Rican.....but paddle past the nude beach where the TANKERS rumble through going towards the Verrazano....and YEEEEEOOOOWWWWW   !!!!   OLAS GRANDES !

Baby the waves were HUGE....

THAT......was my fathers day. One of the best yet!

Hi Hope.......sounds like things are going well. I dont have much to add here anymore myself but its been nice to know you through this site. Therefore, strong woman, I leave you with this:

So holy and so perfect is my love,
And I in such a poverty of grace,
That I shall think it a most plenteous crop
To glean the broken ears after the man
That the main harvest reaps: loose now and then
A scatter‘d smile, and that I‘ll live upon.

WE SALUTE YOU !

(Morrow and company at the Korbel Winery)

1. Keep your head down.
2. Move from cover to cover quickly.
3. Always have a buddy.
4. Dont volunteer for ‘point‘ , ‘flank‘, or ‘rear guard‘
5. Dont hire locals to clean your quarters.
6. for motivation : remember  " 1968 " , Czech chick.
7. Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em.

For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,
To stir your blood: I only speak right on;
I tell you that which you yourselves do already know;

 This site is not for the preening of men or their frailties. Get we hence ! at your word begone....for the good of you all, I would bid you adieu if anyone wishes it so.

;

Right now you fine ladies are getting male perspectives about EACH OTHER....some help , huh?   No, I‘m not going, but theres not a whole lot of contributing to be done in this state of affairs... something will come up interesting im sure....the fact that Czech Chick is going to Iraq is an event woth commenting on!

SURF

stand easy , czech chick !!
I said this in another thread which perhaps you‘ve read but it bears repeating!
1. Keep your head down.
2. Move from cover to cover quickly.
3. Always have a buddy.
4. Dont volunteer for ‘point‘ , ‘flank‘, or ‘rear guard‘
5. Dont hire locals to clean your quarters.
6. for motivation : remember Prague in 1968 " there, Check chick. Thats why Jaromir Jagr wears #68 for the NY Rangers
7. Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em.

I‘m going to Hatteras for a week to ride some waves and heal my broken heart....so I‘ll see you all ....after the 4th!!     Geez, the waves are huge today!

This is nuts.

 I am a man. I live with a woman. Lets say love has nothing to do with it....(but maybe thats the problem)......Each night...or day...or afternoon... you lie down with the object of your affections...everything you want: right there next to you. The delicious game of give and take that can start with something as simple as a touch...or a WORD OR A LOOK...and maybe its culmination is sexual intimacy or maybe not  ...but the glorious thing about a relationship between a man and woman is :  all this give and take....all this yin and yang....all this difference and sameness, touchability in thought and physical expression that uplifts you, gives your life meaning, joy, satisfaction..........

So you ignore that for a computer screen. What a shallow, lame, lazy, mind-numbingly simplistic inane and unintelligent thing to do. Shortchanging yourself of, at the very least, a physical relationship....at the most: Love.

He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:
Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
What doth her beauty serve, but as a note
Where I may read who pass‘d that passing fair?
Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.

Summer is my time....looking out at a horizon that is nothing but ocean in front and my back to everything else unless its to turn and ride one or two waves.....it completely airs out my thoughts....then I head home. This time the weight just presses me down.

You take care of yourself. keep your guard up...this is such a miserable feeling

Rhi....if I couldnt at least express this in some kind of manner...if only to be able to say it here almost like saying it out loud....I dont know...its not just man yearning for woman....or woman yearning for man....Its the human condition.

 Just one touch....the pains forgiven. Just one smile: the hurts all gone

the terror of the deep. No matter what I do...there below the surface lurks the monster.

Get your feet up Surf!

So far everything seems to be going right...but you cant step past the smiling and hello....Don‘t slip him your phone number yet. So the non-communication doesnt continue indefinately ....and if he will not approach you....just go up to him and YOU engage him in conversation. This is not too forward a thing........You wont know if theres anything behind that smile until he talks with you.....either way...good or bad....you‘ve found out!

no.......not officially yet. Ernesto came north and made for me one of the best weekends for wave riding in years....Amazing how just one weekend of bombs and crunchers can make up for a summer of  bumps on a ‘lake‘....and here I thought it was my board !...lol. I‘ve always said: Death Valley before Antarctica...give me the heat...even the hunmidity, I dont care. Hope all the hurricanes leave you alone....just send them up here!.....and the Shakespeare?.......that will come, I am sure

with Shakespeare.....there is something for everyone....and something in his work that speaks for every situation; even today.

hi deb........with Tucker, we found out on Christmas Day he had a problem when he couldnt get to his feet...two weeks later he was gone. ....but with your canine??? there is hope...there is always hope because you dont know for sure if he is really gone. You hear stories all the time about dogs and cats gone for months...suddenly showing up back up at your door. That CAN happen.

We did hospice for our Golden. I wouldnt put him down. and as long as someone was there petting his head....the kids friends had sleepovers to be with him...and visitors....he never complained, just sighed and looked at us: his family....the last day, the last 15 minutes was rough...but the kids cleaned him up and laid him at his favorite spot at the sliding glass doors with his toys and we all had a wake for him. and had a Celtic funeral later. I made him a box & painted it white...we all wrote notes on it and put in his favorite stuff and even his dishes filled with food for the journey...but not his leash or collar... No more leash...that is looped, hanging on the bannister of the front steps still.

....why do I say all this?....because I know exactly what it is to lose the most affectionate, undemanding  and devoted creature a human being can have...a gift....a present from God... if you will. You miss them when they are gone. You never forget them...In the middle of the night...I still walk around the spot where he used to lay at the foot of my bed.

....debbie....dont give up hope....your friend may show up again at your door. That will be a great day.................Surf

......lorrie  !.........and such temple is the land in which you reside????

Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time:
Some that will evermore peep through their eyes
And laugh like parrots at a bag-piper,
And other of such vinegar aspect
That they‘ll not show their teeth in way of smile,
Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.....

may I forever be the first and not the last.

such words.....can make the day!

....ahhh lorrie......the gauntlet has been tossed.

i will find that prose SOMEWHERE !

....i‘m gettin‘ bugged drivin‘ up and down the same old strip...

I....i gotta find a new place where the kids are hip......

Round...Round...GET AROUND.......I  GET AROUND !!!!

      (sorry, I couldnt help it , Tatiana.)

Keka wrote:

Surf66 wrote: Keka wrote: Ahhhh....it‘s been a crazy year... ....i‘m gettin‘ bugged drivin‘ up and down the same old strip... I....i gotta find a new place where the kids are hip...... Round...Round...GET AROUND.......I  GET AROUND !!!!       (sorry, I couldnt help it , Tatiana.) ?????? I don‘t understand...oh well. But by trying to understand I thought of something!! I thought hmmmmm.....I might be "getting around" but I am definitely not "sleeping around"! LOL The only guy I slept with out of the entire list was my ex. The rest were not worthy!!!

you‘re right ... I said nothing about sleeping......you just get around! Thats a lot of getting around to get that much background on your cast of characters....Truly...they have certainly been pegged! (indentified for what they are). I wish I had one years worth of dates involved enough to be confident with my opinions of 12 different women!  ....i missed the boat. I must‘ve been in the water too much.

......RockawayBee

......EastRiverEver

.......MajoretteDeegan

......Seastreaky

......ZeeTappanZee

.......VerizzanoV

........XCrossBronx

.......Raritan1

.......Omanhattan

.......MontaukMiss

......Brightwater10

......BreezyPoint

.......ConeyMaroney

Keka wrote:

Surf66 wrote: you‘re right ... I said nothing about sleeping......you just get around! Thats a lot of getting around to get that much background on your cast of characters....Truly...they have certainly been pegged! (indentified for what they are). I wish I had one years worth of dates involved enough to be confident with my opinions of 12 different women!  ....i missed the boat. I must‘ve been in the water too much. Oh, I know you didn‘t, Surf. But, all that getting around and I‘m still single! It‘s a classic case of quantity not quality. Oh how I wish I could meet quality!! So, how‘s the water? Maybe it‘s time for me to jump in, too!! LOL

see....Keka....my problem was that I spent too much time in it ! Ride waves morning noon and night while you‘re growing up...come out of the water....and all you‘re looking for is mermaids !   I was searching constantly for a MYTH! ....i had to have real women beat me over the head to gain my attention....I suppose that worked well enough........like reverse dating or blind-side attention, or something.....maybe thats why I am attracted to angels today; its the myth and not the reality

. ..............................So maybe the water can help you find King Neptune, perhaps?

watch out for the stingrays and horsehoe crabs!

There is a story, a tale and a book to be written, just in that one sentence alone...............

"The Original Sin of  Svetlana Bukovskaya"

She came to the West, with only her body to sell, and traded it for the attentions of weak-willed men; to the ruination of marriages, priesthoods and manhood wherever she plied her vodka-laced trade.  Read the sordid tale of shame and disgrace in Sacramento County, California available in bookstores everywhere.

.....true....true....true....true.........true...TRUE

  .....TRUE.....TRUE.....TRUE......TRUE......TRUE...............TRUE !!!!

ahhh hello LMWS....

winds  scatter young men through the world,
To seek their fortunes farther than at home
Where small experience grows. But in a few,
 the way it stands with me:
I am but here on these shores
And I have thrust myself into this maze,
Haply to thrive as best I may:
Crowns in my purse I have and goods at home,
And so am come here again to see the world.

Keka wrote:

1real1left wrote: Go out with me. I dont drink. They can‘t accept it, because there game includes you drinking. It weakens the senses and makes them seem real. I accept you and the important thing is, that you accept yourself. Randy 1R1L, Aww...that‘s so sweet! So you don‘t drink either, huh? Do you find it difficult in social situations? I am starting to find it very difficult. I just think whatever liquid I choose to pour into my mouth should be a non issue. I don‘t really mind explaining once, but not every time I go to dinner with someone. My fault for continuing to go to dinner with them! But I try to give people a chance to be who they are and not judge them from one date. You know, I‘d like to think I accept myself, but I‘m wondering now, if maybe I really do not. I‘ve got a  lot of thinking to do about this. I‘m glad you brought it to my attention, it‘s important. I‘ll keep you posted!! (wink)

Keka....here is what is supposed to happen.

The guy has no idea you don‘t drink. You go out for dinner. There is a wait. you are in the cocktail lounge. the date says " what would you like." You say " nothing for me thanks" he orders his cocktail...You sit down for dinner. the waiter says " may I start you with a drink". The guy looks to you. You order something non-alcholic or say " nothing for me thanks. " He still doesnt know for sure you dont drink......but......if it were me? Thats it for drinks...bexccause I‘m not going to put myself on a different plane than the one we both came in on.....The waiter or wine guy comes over with the wine menu and suggestions. " Keka, would you like wine with dinner? " " No thank you."  

There you have it.....three times Keka has told me she doesnt drink alchohol without ever saying so. I ‘figure‘ that out. I dont have any either. This is not my ‘last meal‘. This is not where I indulge myself like I can never have another drink again.... There will be other dinners other dates and other women. For this night I can do without...and if everything works out and its nice...then we go drinkless dating again. Later...but not there at the table or even during the evening....Later: you can mention to Keka that its unique she abstains. Thats a cool conversational piece for an informal chat another day, if things are working out.....So that is what a gentleman does....to be otherwise condescending or peevish obviously and out loud drawing attention to her dislike of drink is to be a boorish knave..or simply:..an asshole.

Young women are fast and  stay up late.....their attention span is short..their interests change with the wind....their preferences are many...their vanity is limitless...they are at open war with all other women....they are a willing option to someone more charming than you....sometimes on the spot....they rarely know what they want.......but when they want it...they want it now.

now this is a very negative assessment, but a young man, if he‘s sharp, can redirect things his way with the energy he brings to the ‘table‘......and old guy ??????he has his money and his power......so rarely can there be love found in this match, I would guess.

BUT....... the slow, demure, attractive glance of an interested, mature, confident and unhurried older woman.....is so much more appealing. To men of all ages, I believe.....

LUCKY YOU !

look up my name on myspace ( surf66 )....I could use some friends!. Regardelss...its loaded with my art...check out my stuff

The BEST ones ALWAYS come back home.

.....
I would not--though ‘tis my familiar sin
With women to seem the lapwing and to jest,
Tongue far from heart--play with all women so

 truest words for me:
I hold you as a thing ensky‘d and sainted.
By your renouncement an immortal spirit,
And to be talk‘d with in sincerity,
As with a saint.....there fore find me honorable,

sincere...yet never...above reproach.

Pin him down. Be persistent....If you find your suspicions are founded: you confront him. If he is nursing along a developing crush: you call him out on it.....When you dont know about it...it makes his attention for someone else all that more important in his eyes. But if you know and throw your knowledge about it at him.....and if he truly cares for you, he will see his foolishness for what it is....he will feel like an ass and get himself on track with you. If he gets defensive and protective....better you find out now....

Churches and museums are droll, lifeless places........ahhh....but put an attractive, friendly woman there waiting???? there is another story all together. Maybe this is nothing....but like a thousand people have said here before....If you have a ‘feeling‘ about something.....there is probably something to it. Investigate.

TYPICAL !

so....so....SO...TYPICAL !

..............those 1450 twin cam motors always WERE susceptible to leaking. Harley should have supplied thicker o-rings when they started chroming the oil lines.....DONT WRENCH THESE yourself! see the dealer !

Justice is not only blind....she‘s brain-dead!

she should have gotten a cast made earlier....fixed a mold ....and replicated the instrument in flexible (but firm) polyplastic.....

ya know.....I gotta talk to surfgergirl about my idea. No time like the present to  plan for the future!

HOLY SHIT !!!!

lolololol!!!!! this stuff is phenominal....lolol...!!!

here is what I think I need to do to stay married and keep the woman of my life happy and interested IN ORDER OF IMPORTANCE.

1. wash my ass often and with much vigor.

2. Brush my teeth thoroughly

3. Use  deodorant, shave daily and use foot powder

4. Dont shop at a thrift store for any article of clothing.

5. Cease blowing my nose in the sink, shower and front yard

6. Dont pick my feet at the dinner table.

7. Cease passing wind in front of family , friends and invited guest then crying out in mock pain.

8. Quit the 69c cigars and Tiger Rose Wine.

9. Quit belching in front of family freinds and guests then crying out in mock pain.

10. Dont pick my teeth or nose at the dinner table.

11. wear underwear for one instead of 5 days straight.

12. Shave before sex.

13. Actually get out of the car when we visit people.

14. Stop comparing myself to presidents and kings.

15 stop comparing myself to NHL quarterbacks and Nascar Drivers.

16. stop talking about my sexlife with old girlfriends in fromt of my wife.

17 stop acting like I actually had any old girlfreinds.

18. actually pay bills before the phone calls.

19. stop rifling through my wifes purse for money.

20. stop stealing from my kids piggy banks and my mother‘s purse.

21. try to tell half-truths instead of outright lies.

22. Stop looking at the waitresses boobs in every restaurant we go to.

23. get away from the styrofoam and paperwrapped entee restaurants and sit down at a place with forks and knives at the table.

24. Get out of the car to eat.

25. leave my muddy boots at the front door instead of the bedroom carpet.

26 start wearing socks with my boots.

27 Pour my wine into a glass first.

28 Pour my whiskey into a glass first.

29. Harvest the mushrooms growing out of the carpeting in the car.

30. Stop picking my scalp....stop scratching my scalp  and use a hairbrush.

31. Stop laughing like a hyena or a horse at crude jokes in public, church, or funerals..

32. wear a belt instead of using my gut to keep my pants up.

33. wear something over my torso thats not a t-shirt.

34. get rid of the 4 nonworking automoblies in the front yard.

35. have friends that arent drunks.

36. have friends who have jobs, wives and families.

37. Behave in a manner that doesnt bring the police to my door once a week.

38. get the beer bottles out of the front yard when they start clinking together and my drunken frinds out of the back yard when they pass out.

39. actually hit the toilet

40. stop throwing objects at the Televison because I dont like whats on.

41. dont eat in bed anymore.

42. learn some technique from all that porn I watch.

43. lose weight enough to be able to lean over and see my feet again.

44. actually wash those same feet.

45. fix the 5 broken appliances in the house and remove all the ones that never worked at all.

46. Open the bills and look at them instead of throwing them away.

47. Raid and Black Flag is NOT deodorant.

48. a bar of complementary hotel soap is NOT shampoo.

49. start using toilet paper instead of boxer shorts.

50 dont use three f-words  in every sentence.

51. have a better excuse that ‘not my style" for losing a job.

52. talk to family members instead of leaving notes or leaving completely. 

53. My mother is not my wife, washlady, confidant, financier, transportation or support group.

54. Car keys are not used to my clean ears.

I‘ll post this on my refrigerator.

Hey, there , GeorgeLucas..........werent you the half-man/half-woman who claimed to be JackieOnasis‘s shrink awhile back....and didnt you claim to have graduated from CAL Berkeley only to have been found out you worked in a coffeeshop NEAR CAL Berkeley?  And didnt you try to practice voodoo psychiatry  here for awhile and got tarred and feathered for your trouble? Blahh- HAAA_HAAAA !!!!!!

Another dose of Ritalin, Nurse Planaria!

If the time is not right.......

a friend of mine from out west asked me " Have you gone on WS‘s lately and read what misty-tx wrote...."

well, folks, this is priceless. This is more than a classic...it is an achievement that rivals any getting-even scenario I can imagine.....for not only have you humiliated a fool in front of the world as it were (and he deserved it all...) but you have done it with style. Misty ....you have QUALITY friends....thanks for posting this....This serves the fool up on a platter......but also serves warning to any other  ‘cowboy‘ who sees what COULD happen should he think abuse will go unanswered by any woman.  Well done..   :)

Happy Birthday Katie....

No throwin Dynamite my way....Hey How come you wont stop in the Keeport Diner...Coffee, Donuts...Its right on the beach! Doors open, I‘m Buyin. !

"Oh, Surf, make sure theres plenty of sugar in mine, too.....OK ?" 

HA-HAH !!!!   excellent!

What??? Who mentions my name??? Are there those among us who need a reminder of what SURF sounds like????

Yeeeeoooooooowwwwwwwww !!!!

1. Favorite sound:    Hurricane surf

2. Best asset?  written and visual communication

3.In the morning to wake myself up? Get out of bed, drag a comb across my head, on the way downsatirs I had a cup, look at the clock and notice I am late, catch the bus , go upstairs and have a smoke...wait for somebody to speak so I can go into a dream.

4.Name someone who inspires you? Toulouse Lautrec, Wm. Shakespeare.

5.what is your favorite song?  "New York‘s a Lonely Town"  the Tradewinds

6. Are you religious?  Too much scary stuff for me to not to have some kind of belief in something somehow

7. what food is my weakness?  Philadelphia Cheesesteaks and Perogies

8. When was the last time I smiled at the mirror? When surfergirl snuck up behind me.

9. How often do you tell yourself "Job well done!"  most every time I do a painting. Because theres a whole right side of my brain I‘m congratulating. ( surf66 has very little to do with probabilities and outcomes here. Have a cigar, surf...how the hell did you do that?)

10. What‘s your favorite smell?  The ocean

Some of you know I lost Tucker.....If you go to myspace and find the Keeport Diner.......you will find a long story about a great bunch of online friends made into a long story.....and in it ....I still have my golden. I‘ve posted the words below... before, maybe not here....but all the same....it just shows how deeply we feel about our canine companions and how they never really leave our thoughts.
......in reality????   Surfergirl bought him against my wishes..she and my daughter tried to win me over...but I was having none of it. Then one afternoon I fell asleep on the sofa. Little Samantha put Tucker on my chest as I was sleeping and the puppy fell asleep. I woke awhile later and there was ‘Tucky‘ snuggling against my face....and my heart melted. Samantha provided me with pictures later!
Me and Tuck were pretty good friends. We went on regular leashless walks and he was always good. He loved the beach and would go diving in the surf after anything you‘d throw out there.
Late last November I was walking him on the bay beach and he was chasing the ball into the water as usual. The last throw...he trotted down to the waters edge and stopped and looked back at me....and if its possible.....looked at me like: " sorry, I just cant do anymore." I‘d never seen that before from him or got such a strange feeling.
I went down to him and dried him off with the outside of my jacket getting the wet sandy fur cleaned up, put on the leash, and we walked home. It was the oddest thing.
On Christmas Day he couldnt get to his feet. A couple hours later he was fine. But two weeks later: he was gone. ...7 years. The last week, Tucker had more visitors than many humans would have gotten at the end. We did hospice. There was no way in the world I was going to put him down. The kids friends slept over and everything...and as long as he could lay his head on someones arm: that was his medicine. The only hard part was his last 15 minutes.
Surfergirl and my son cleaned him up, spread a blanket just inside the sliding glass doors , surrounded him with his toys and....we had an honest to god wake. People showed up throughout the night to pay their respects and we all tied one on in honor of Tucker.
It was January and brutal cold, but Samantha‘s boyfriend pickaxed a regular grave in the back yard and we had a Celtic funeral . His box was painted white and we wrote goodbye words and put his stuff in there ...all but his collar and leash, cause he was free... There were 15 people there. I couldnt read these words out loud, but I got Holly to read them.
He was a great dog.

Tucker is officially the first canine of the new millenium to walk the complete length of the Long Trail through Vermont (from Massachusetts to the Canadian border) he did that with my son in April of 2000. That among other things like never leaving the family‘s side whenever there was sickness or difficulty made this wonderful Golden Retriever a champion in our hearts. Who‘d have thought he‘d be gone so soon. The bounding joy he found at the ocean, in mountains, at streams, in the fields and all along the paths we walked was a marvel to behold. For those eight short years, always, there was Tucker‘s unconditional devotion. With the sadness of his loss, we enter the community of humans who‘ve been blessed by the companionship of one of God‘s special creatures. With heavy hearts and reluctantly , we give him back.
Tucker, when we see you ‘cross the fields again...... come runnin‘ pup. We‘ve missed you.

It can‘t be done !

Its impossible. Unless you are a unich or gay. As a man you will think about what it would be like getting with your female friend.....over and over...and over.....If you dont mention it: she will sense there is something about yourself you are holding back. If you bring it up: you‘ve confirmed all the generalized suspicions females have of males. The only control a man , as a man, can claim in the arena of sexuality are those constraints of location and time...given plenty of either and mix it with alchohol.....forget it. Getting with a woman is in every cell of every corpuscle of every drop of blood that runs through a man‘s veins for his whole lifetime.

I have a wonderful female friend. we have intelligent and meaningful conversation...by email .....three thousand miles away. THAT works!

Would‘st thou issue challenge?
That my business interferes with inclination;
I remain suggesting a boot so rash is better served
holding that foot beneath a chair
than risk the toss of my gage, fair lady!
If fear, not reverence, makes thee  except.
or guilty dread have left thee so much strength
As to take up mine honour‘s pawn, then takeit:
By that,
Will I make good against thee, arm to arm,

ha-hah!!!!

However God or fortune cast my lot,
There lives or dies,
A loyal, just and upright gentleman:
Never did captive with a freer heart
Cast off his chains of bondage and embrace
His golden uncontroll‘d enfranchisement,
More than my dancing soul doth celebrate
This feast of battle with mine adversary.
Go I to fight: truth hath a quiet breast.

These are words known to you, surely! For they are the claim of confidence and the mark of bravery....therefore accept my token of peace and esteem

Lay down your broadsword, sheath your falchion, point the gladius of war towards Hades put aside thoughts of battle and rejoin me in  fine repast of Jack; neat....and Guiness; stout!

ah.....Tatiana?   Can it be you?

wonderful !  ..........YOU....have made my day!

AGAIN !

and you are right, Tatiana....it IS  ‘she‘....and ‘her‘.....and ‘woman‘

always was! always will be....here‘s to ya!

LA woman.....no man can set a boundary with another woman that under certain given circumstances: he wouldnt break right through....AND think his forwardness was legitimicised by this turn of events ! Its because of our genes...our DNA...our persistent and all-present drive to get with a woman will take priority over any boundary. Men HAVE no will in this regard....when that close and dear married male friend brings his platonic relationship to the table ...and one day shocks you, dont think it was an aberration .....believe that beneath the exterior has ALWAYS been what makes us males.

This isnt a terrible thing, really...just as long as you make that a basic expectation of any man you meet ...maybe have a ‘one warning  policy‘ with the married types who befriend you...and for that matter...with your old man‘s indescretions, as well..(who should be ditched  for somebody better if he thinks his hormones are so important he can‘t find a way to be considerate of his mate)...Listen.> Its up to the individual to have some willpower out there in the world of interpersonal relationships...both our sexes. A sexually willfull male has no personal dignity....the stuff that seperates us from the apes.

DIRTY...you say!  DIRTY....‘old‘ YES....but DIRTY ????

Is this some Knowledge passed from sources un named ?  Or perhaps...this comes  as  RUMOR !  RUMOR !

Open your ears; for which of you will stop
The vent of hearing when loud Rumour speaks?
I, ........Upon my tongues continual slanders ride,
The which in every language I pronounce,
Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
I speak of peace, while covert enmity
Under the smile of safety wounds the whole world!
 Rumour is a pipe
Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures
And of so easy and so plain a stop
That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,
The still-discordant wavering multitude,
Can play upon it. But what need I thus
My well-known body to anatomize
Among my household? Why is Rumour here?

what seperates our souls is a distance one twentieth the circumference of this planet! These miles alone insure the chivalry of the Round Table !

Therefore, you witness me bow and smile with all the graciousness of a Knight of St. George himself...always honorable....constant as the Northern Star...!

But what happens when you see the mustang wheel into your driveway after 4 days on Route 80????

You take your Jack Daniel‘s neat, don‘t you?

I‘ll start with a redbull and vodka then .....an even flow of black and tans. What are you doin‘ new years eve???? Someplace with an ocean view ?

You know it .   .....and..... I know it...from the bottom of my heart ..... 

so......where are those ships we were going to plunder!

Ha-HAH !

Maybe it‘s much too early in the game
Ooh, but I thought I‘d ask you just the same
What are you doing New Year‘s
New Year‘s eve?

Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight
When it‘s exactly twelve o‘clock that night
Welcoming in the New Year
New Year‘s eve

Maybe I‘m crazy to suppose
I‘d ever be the one you chose
Out of the thousand invitations
You received

Ooh, but in case I stand one little chance
Here comes the jackpot question in advance:
What are you doing New Year‘s
New Year‘s Eve?

Maybe I‘m crazy to suppose
I‘d ever be the one you chose
Out of the thousand invitations
You received

Ooh, but in case I stand one little chance
Here comes the jackpot question in advance:
What are you doing New Year‘s
New Year‘s Eve?

:)   wanna dance?

beachbum wrote:

Surf66 wrote: beachbum wrote: Surf66 wrote:          :)   wanna dance? yes!! at chick‘s place?  ;)

ha-ha!

of course!

Whose tough here....come on....whose tough!

.....

Pink....please...anything but pink

No really....the place looks more professional than ever...nice job LMWS!

ahhhhh! SANTA MONICA !!!! noooooooooooooooooooo! ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!

slowly I turn.....step by step.....yard by perilous yard....inch by terrible inch...I slip into the horrible memory of how my actress dumped me for a lawyer.....

GODDAM you TOWN....you den of iniquity...you monstrous hovel at  the edge of heartbreak...you city of dread and lonliness....you SANTA MONICA......

aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! my heart. my bitter broken heart.....

Thanks swtn.........

France is filled with stone gardens...in them are thousands of angels...this, then is one of them...heres another

Pink??? not pink, dear god.........

My mother told me: " Son...if you want to know how this girl will turn out...just talk to her Mom."

Then I fell for her Mom !

hello Sue Bee...you seem like a really nice person. ....I‘m going to give you my thoughts on what has happened to you from this man‘s perspective. ...actually its not a perspective....its an honset to god assessment of another male who has displayed shameful cowardice. He‘s worked the relationship into a position where no one else in his life can ever discover he is a spineless weakling but you....and you must never question yourself...but always know him to be a shallow coward....someone who couldnt find or never cared to find the fortitude to come clean with someone who gave them their heart. NEVER forgive this person.......someone who can‘t man-up to his life...his responsibility as a man in the one true sure solid way a man can show his heart, his courage, his love and his strength...to the woman he promised himself to....neither in mind, spirit or physical presence. Love, Faithfulness and honesty ? There is no higher pedestal a man can hope to climb. For a man to shirk or dismiss these as meaningless shows him to be dispicably without soul. A shell...a failure ...worthless and unworthy of any womans true love. He cheats...in this?...he cheats in all things. Never forgive this abberration: this laughable example of manhood.

Yoooo-hoooooo!!!! Surf-ie!!!!!! Its us!!!

The ever-wonderful Widow Thumb and her four daughters. Somewhere I discovered they arent building monuments to those of us who abstain.....But there must be some special place in heaven for those good souls among you who can hold out longer than a week.........anybody see that "Sienfeld‘ episode....?

...when you get married, supposedly for all the right reasons, you cant help but become totally immersed in the other person...i dont know thats just how I was...it was like glue. I wanted her whenever she wasnt around. when she was, I wanted her as close to me as possible. When I‘d get really pissed, so Id have to leave the house...I‘d think of her anyway...about how pissed I was...then about how it really was stupid we had a fight ...then how much i suddenly ached for her and how to make up....all while sitting with my friends in a bar. I may as well have been drinking alone! it was all about her the whole time subconciously anyway, right.? and , god, how right it is when we are back together! This goes for a couple of years maybe until it mellows out. You have kids. all your friends are suddenly other people with kids......you end up seeing your old time friends less and less.......its a shame   but you are so ‘with‘ your partner...and ‘into‘ your partner....I really never wanted to see my buddies the way I used to.

Its all emotional and physical...its not because you are ‘supposed‘ to be comitted to your partner...its because you cant help yourself...you need her/him....to the exception of all else.....its something that couldnt be helped. If surfergirl had still been into her friends the way she had before we were married, our relationship would probably been much different....much more loose...perhaps unexclusive and less intense.....but , hety, my friends are OK.....but they were never her.

We were married on Sept 19, 1975

Where the hell is Poor-ass ? I never heard of the town....but I guess YOU‘RE FROM IT, ASSBITE !

Nice RIP !

Too bad.   I must be one of the minority....because If surfergirl and I could afford it...we‘d be in the process of having children all the time. ...because , whether it is because of the pregnancy...or my reaction to it: she is an incredibly sexy, voluptous, enticing, willing and satisfying sexual partner. the best I could ever in my life imagine having for at least six of the months of the term...to call me "attentive" would be a gross understatement....Guys that don‘t get this are missing a wonderful sensual and emotional world ...well worth the backache and sickness complaints..the midnight wakeups, the mood swings, the costs and preparation....then at the end of it all is this beautiful little child! 

ah welll......what memories.

don‘t sell myspace too short....I have met a lot of fun and interesting people on myspace: some of them are also members here. LMWS herself is a friend...so its not all ‘hookups ‘ if you add friends that have the same interests as you. For me its illustration, art, writing and creativity.. I have all my paintings on myspace...and if I can do some blatant advertising...I‘m http://www.myspace.com/104837145   I‘d love to have any of you as friends!

Its weird....all about lust envy greed and unbridled desire. No one holds back, no one feels the obligation to hold back, and hence, no up-standing view to any relationship. Its all take, want, I deserve, I‘m not doing without, times have changed and I‘m in it for everything I can get.....THAT is a general moral breakdown between the sexes.....its also a seam for religious fanaticism to , like a fox, get its nose in the crack and work its body in later. Everyone loses all the way down the road.

Self control and self-will are what makes a man a man. If theres no moral background...there‘s no moral man. He takes and uses and casts aside.

I dont know how or what percentage of the Amercan man is without a moral compass....but I dont see many who resist adulterous opportunity. I had a longer-than-I-liked period when I was faced with an adulterous opportunity. I dont know How I got by it. Maybe you NEVER get by it....maybe its there in front of you your whole life....but if a man is worth anything to himself he can‘t cheat on his comittment and love he professed by ‘forsaking all others"

You all call them scumbag and puke and slime and ass-clown ( I love that one)...but they dont care. They never felt the moral compass guide them. They care less what they are doing to others ...OR themselves....and that weakens us as a people and a society.

No one asked me, but I‘ve got to respond....and this isnt the type of comment or what the inquiry is after ...but the same question appeared in the men‘s section and I threw in on that one too.

There is nothing more beautiful than a woman who is having a baby. Its been said there‘s nothing more beautiful than a new bride, but thats something pre-determined and pre-packaged... Second only to the aura that surrounds a new mother:  pregnancy  is the masterpiece of womankind.

Surfergirl and I had three children. We would have had twelve if this were some other age and time. She was soft, beautiful , mellow, gentle, nurturing,  caring, loving and became the most wonderful partner in.... everything.... I could have ever hoped for.....I became extremely attentive....some of my fondest memories of us in an intimate setting are of those wonderful years... After each of those exciting, trying and exasperating months...laced with so many bittersweet loving encounters....we were intricately intertwined.

And then...at the end of it all.....a beautiful child is born.

What a fool a man is that rejects this!  

all I know is what Steve Miller from the Steve Miller Band‘s album "Brave New World" sang at the end of his song "Livin‘ in the USA"......the lyrics went something like this :  " "Somebody Give me a CHEESEBURGER "

ever since then I fell hard for Candace Bergen

RAVEN !!!!!!!!!!!

Yeeeoooooowwwwwwwww!

LittleMissWomansaver wrote:

What is going on with the way women are looking nowadays?  I have been traveling quite a bit lately and is it just me or are more and more women looking the same? I can only describe this look like a slutty Stepford Wife who strips...kind of like a fem-bot.  It is especially prevelant in states such as Arizona, Nevada, Texas and Florida. Here is the description: - Manadatory giant implants that look so fake and hard it‘s ridiculous and they all look like they have been done by the same plastic surgeon - Really low cut shirts so fake boobs are in your face and even more obvious - Bleached blonde hair usually with darker brown streaks throughout with extensions and then flat ironed - Tanning booth or fake tanner for an orangy plastic look - French tip acrylic nails - Fairly skinny bodies completely out of proportion with giant boobs - Fake or real designer purses with labels everywhere - Usually some type of tattoo i.e., butterfly, lower back, Asian symbol (no offense to those who have tattoos because I can appreciate great artwork in tattoos when I see it or simply a fun one) - Tons of lip gloss and heavy eye make-up Is this what men find attractive now and that is why so many women are cloning themselves into this?  Has the Pamela Anderson look become the look that men now perceive as being "hot" and sexy?  I can only answer yes to this question because that is what many strippers, playmates, and porn stars look like and that is the type of woman men pay to get off on and pay attention to. If I were a man, this would gross me out and turn me off, not on.  As a woman, sometimes when I am around women like this, they irritate the hell out of me and I have to frequently remind myself to try and not judge....and not to bitch-slap them.  ha ha  j/k These women are being produced like barbies on a conveyor belt.  I find this look not only phony looking but highly unattractive and un-sexy, not to mention very sleazy looking. I don‘t get it.  Since when has looking like a stripper become the look that the average woman is striving for and that is what is now considered beautiful by today‘s standards? Okay.....end of rant.

These items you describe ....seem to be trophies...born of laziness ...generated to initiate admiration  (?) , jealousy, envy and desire. Like a Lamborghini passing in the street...they generate a flash of want...had cheaply.

Unlike the Lambo...The price tag isnt worth the drive.

So who....in the final analysis is the show ultimately for? This prize cant be held by men without discovering the physical and mental rough spots in the road....it gives a good impression...but there‘s a lot of glue at the seams I think.

A  beautiful, attractive woman is obvious....and a joy to view...a pleasure to meet...a treat to engage...a wonder to hold.....I think the women you are talking about dont get past the first step by overcompensation....

A whole reverse process takes place in states such as Vermont, Maine, New Hampshire, Oregon and Alaska... I‘ve never seen so many braless, grey haired, overall-clad females in my life.....now who is THAT for?

HHC 1st of the 10th Inf., Ft Carson Colo.My last active duty address....many moons ago.

Not to fret. There is something very special about someone who wants to serve their country this way. Its one of the most honorable and self-sacrificing as well as heroic personal achievements she will ever undertake. Not everyone can understand why. But its all centered around a sense of duty.

We owe her a debt of gratitude. She and those like her, although none would agree to the accolades, are the men and women who keep the rest of us safe from the inhumanity in the world.

We have the finest military in the world. The best trained, the most technologically advanced, the best equipped, the best paid and the most honored....no matter WHAT you‘ve read or heard. I and any veteran will testify to that.

They will make her the best she can be. that is no exaggeration. Boot camp, AIT...advanced infantry...teamwork and ‘the brotherhood of fighting men and women‘ driven by a sense of duty and honor....is something she will learn and be a integral part of.  Thank god there are those like her. 

And....They‘ll teach her how to handle a weapon with skill.  :)

Donchgetmewrong, mom.....we are addressing the surface image here.nails, hair, boobs, clothing, coach bag...all the acoutrements....meaningless in the clinch. .....and a distraction in a conversation...Women of accomplishment are fascinating to me...a turn-on if you will.

 Except for a few vignettes: ...the movie you forget eventually..

....but the book? The one you return to time and again...each time saying something new in an old passage...or revealing a different meaning in a passage you‘ve only scanned....Ah! there‘s the rub.

I‘m old enough to know good looks are fleeting.

He‘s not lying.

the scenario‘s you all have described in jest.... are worth big bucks. I was treated to a minute (all I could take till I had to leave sick) of a buddy‘s (some buddy) video called "Puke Soup". It was an Asian video. 2 girls. you can imagine the rest.

He paid money for the video......unreal....

makes me gag thinking about it.

winkley

who said anything about sex mister?

some people like horror

some people like grossness

some people like clowns and mimes and marionettes.

Who pulled YOUR strings bozo?

you can let the sand run through the hourglass and watch your life fly away

Or you can protect your life together by baring the facts as you feel them to your mate. No other man can share your wife‘s attention. Don‘t let this be downplayed. Plan with her how to make things more intimate between you both after you get this off your chest.

The world of turns on a split-second ......as does innocent affection.

but I honestly believe its too late.

somebody here‘s be used and abused. Its not your wife.

You‘ve got to ease your mind or make it up one or the other. Are you concerned that a conversation about it would upset here? You are you. This flirting bothers you. You confront her about it. She says its nothing...but she will respect the fact that this bothers you right and maybe go easy???? or does she say  its nothing and keep on flirting ...

There PLENTY of time out there to mess around ...just need a few emails and a couple cell calls....bolster that with a couple of converastions at a party and a couple of shared laughs......that feeds on itself...the rest all happens in her or his mind until the next little call or email or touch....you saying she comes home wet from the pool???

You better talk, buddy....Its either something or nothing...but you cant get an answer talking to us about it for very long.

Well done, Troop!

Thanks for your service, Rhi. When I was stationed in Colorado, they had the last active horse cavalry outfit in the army stationed there.

. If you sent that...I bet she didnt get halfway thru it. There are some huge mistakes guys make today. We havent differed for centuries in our interactions.....but we assume with speed communications that an email or text message is somehow acceptable because we use it every day......nah....Its an excuse and a substitute for real interaction.

When it has to count....you have got to see her face to face. There are four other senses you project that make up her mind, project sincerity....and yours. emails are like floating a raft.....you gotta get in the water, buddy. emails are....ahhh......lame.

Pinwit.

Clown.

We certainly can screw up a good heart.

 Some guys have absolutely no character. Then... there are ones who can fake it really well...with no one around to teach them a lesson but your lawyer. Once was the day where your brother or Father or Uncle or male close friend would find the asshole on the street.....and call him out.....to see: #1...if he had any guts.  Any guy who hurts a woman physically or mentally has no guts. Faced with righteous fury they run...then hide behind their attorney. Its easy to cheat...there are no penalties! Every ex-partner that has been unjustly treated and cheated on in a marriage vow deserves to exact every single penny of remuneration ....

Next time....get to know the mother and father well. They are the main reason the guy turned into an asshole.

dont compare yourself to the other woman....physically or spiritually. They are a like a piece of the puzzle that is blank. Its all about what your ex-S.O. is and is not. If he hurt you without care he is a gutless f*ck....its all the worse today because "no one ever is to blame"....."no one has to pay"....anything goes and its "all about me and my (supposed) needs"....but thats all bullshit.

He‘s taken advantage of you, walked over you on his way to base desire, greedily broken your heart without care, proven himself to be more animal than man....and has probably had every lame feeble and pathetic excuse for it all....which makes him even less of a man than ever....

Because a real man is honest, caring, concerned, forthright and loving to the woman he comitted himself to under oath before god and man and in the presence of witnesses....Those witnesses in another day and time...father, brother, friend and family....would have personally hunted the weakwilled example of manhood down for tarnuishing your honor and doing injustice to you....this is NOT some archaic principle. The soul of righteous indignation did not change because of some law written ten years ago. 

however.... this is today....where everyone has a pathetic excuse...hides behind a lawyer....and convinces themselves they had every right to behave any way they want as long as it made themselves happy. That is not a real man. The braggart in the bar desereves ridicule...Dont think that other men who hear of a slimeball that f*cks around on his wife gets any admiration or respect from his fellow man...who honors his comittment...or has some honest negotiation and heart to heart admission that he wants to end his comittment. and not signalling the whole miserable state of his mind by CHEATING.   like some gutless f*ck.

well said !

I was out as soon as I finished high school. ....lol....I boiled macaroni. 33cents a box....no butter....hahAH!....

fear of the real world ....must keep these people with mommy and daddy....after about 6 years I became a C & T son (Christmas and Thanksgiving)....not that I didnt love my parents....Just that I had my own operation to run.

They did a good job bringing me up, I have always believed...you take that and use it throughout your life..It would have been failure to live at home....you gotta make your own way...sink or swim

He‘ll stare at the waitress while he‘s having dinner with you.

He‘ll offer his buddy a drink when your glass is empty.

He‘ll watch TV while you are changing the baby and trying to entertain a 3 year old at the same time.

He spends three minutes eating the dinner you prepared.

He‘ll flirt with your best friend.

man.....I‘m starting to depress myself

Yas...none of this is easy stuff.

My son was extended all the way out on something called salvage chemo. Weeks in the hospital in germ free enviroment. a whole summer of it...they had to watch every degree...every fraction of a degree.... If it moved theyd be watching him like a hawk. Everything was touch and go. We have him today and he is a picture of health...at 28 years old. but hes forever physically and emotionally changed....as are we all....

 But Yaz, this is your father. I can tell you are very attached to him also. When your that far along in life...you treasure even a text message.

I cant tell how far across the Danish Landscape it is to be with him ...but if its a couple hundred miles...and its in any way possible to to it, perhaps now would be the time.  Follow your heart. follow your hunch as they say around here.