Posted on 04/21/2012 12:42:50 AM PDT by mamelukesabre
I am a middle aged single guy with no ex wives and no kids. I've never been married and never knocked up no one. For the last 12 years I've been trying hard to find that perfect someone. You may remember me having threads on this very same topic. I recently had a couple of relationships with young asian girls and posted about it...only to have those threads yanked by the FR mods.
The asian girlfriend I broke up with and posted about is still around but we don't get along that well anymore. I found another asian girl younger than her but she is no longer in the picture. She decided I was too old. She probably had a point since she was only 26. Please see my previous threads about my physical fitness. I have been working my ass off to look 15 years younger than my age and I think I have pulled it off except for baldness.
Tonight I met a new girl and I am already in love. There is just one problem. She is a 20 year old law student from Estonia. She is short and chubby and wears very thick glasses. She is very old for her age if you know what I mean. I spent the evening dancing with and drinking with her friends.
We've already made arrangements for the future. I know I am a complete idiot. I can't help it. I will be working out extra hard now and suffering more from tendonitis than I ever have in my life.
I actually wish I really was making this up.
Flame away
Are you an alcoholic? I ask because alcohol is a depressant and you sound depressing depressed to me.
Are you a tea totalling prude who thinks everyone who’s ever had a drink is an alcoholic? I ask because you sound like one and you are kinda depressing.
Where are you? Apparently I’m living in your head and I need to find a route back home.
Funny...those were pretty much my opening lines to hubby...LOL
[and the dude in the pic -HAWT-! he yours?]
If she finds one like mine, count her blessed and welcome him in.
A *lot* of bikers have an almost Arthurian sense of chivalry.
Can’t ask for much more than that...:)
I am going to ask you a question. Does she fall outside your usual norm?
I ran with the biker community for a lot of years, and know of what you speak. Some of the best, most solid people I ever met, are bikers.
Funny.....she's been pestering me for a bike. Hmm...
“Falling in with them” was the greatest thing that ever happened to me.
I was molested as a child by an uncle and my parents did nothing to protect me.
That can really screw up your head and give you all kinds of anxiety disorders.
Imagine my incredible shock when a whole bunch of bikers formed a protective circle around me when some guy was ‘bugging me’ at a big bike show after hubby had gone off to look for parts.
They didn’t even know my name but knew I’d come in with another biker and therefore, ‘belonged to him’ and needed protecting from the “stranger”.
The guy took off but they watched over me surreptitiously until hubby returned.
Then, they ‘faded away’ into the background.
Complete strangers did for me what my own parents never did.
I wept.
I was finally “home”.
[and that’s just one vignette out of many such incredible acts of gallantry]
I can’t go to the WalMart strip mall without fear of the roving packs of ‘yutes’ grabbing me but I can walk without the least bit of concern amongst thousands of bikers gathered together anywhere in the country.
Get her a bike.
:)
That’s an awesome story, Sal. I’ve seen the same sort of gallantry and honor in the biker community, too. It’s a rare subset of American culture that very few ever get to experience firsthand.
You know, kids are like little sponges. Even when they’re tiny, they’re soaking up things from their environment, and building files on their ever expanding world. You really never know what sort of things are truly going to stick with them.
In the case of my daughter, something about the biker culture she rubbed elbows with, must have stuck with her when she was little. I think she’s even dialing in the precise cultural zone she wants to be a part of. Up until recently, she kept pointing out sport bikes to me when we were out and about. The other day at breakfast she tells me she’s changed her mind and now wants a cruiser. My eyes about popped.
I think I’ll take her on a surprise trip to the local Harley shop tomorrow ;-)
Try to nudge her towards the Softails.
Nice low center of gravity, very comfortable and stable bikes.
[they look like the old hard tails, too so there’s the “Cool Factor”]
You’re a good parent...:)
I see you can’t hold your own.
HA! Good one.
No, I don't think everyone who's ever had a drink is an alcoholic. If I did Eastforker wouldn't let me come to his Fish Fry.
It is clear cut to The LORD, and He is the one with whom we have to do. These people need to get themselves right with Him and also their relationship with each other. If they love each other and are committed, especially with children, why haven't they married?
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I am sure that you actually love your family very much. I hope that you find your way back to feeling it. God bless.
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WAY outside
Isn’t 20 underage drinking?
Stay true. Jesus loves you more than you can know.
Such a great story!
And amazing, isn’t it, how good dogs, know really good people when they meet them?
May God continue to bless you and yours, (two and four footed, AND footless ;)
Tatt
Thank you!
Sometimes I wonder though...what if the Dobes and the AmStaff had eaten him, instead?
That would’ve been ~really~ hard to explain to the cops...LOL
The Footless Ones are currently annoyed with me.
When I went to clean their homes, I was greeted with bright little eyes and flicking tongues, all of them expecting supper.
Instead, they were systematically slung around my shoulders and carried about as their bedding and water was refreshed.
Last I saw of them, they were slithering about with attitudes galore and glaring at me through snakey, narrowed eyes.
Ah well.
Tonight they’ll get their mousicles and all will be forgiven.
Maybe...
;]
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