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
I guess it is just the kind of snakes that you are used to. I have lived my whole life around nothing but copperheads, coral snakes, water moccasins and rattle snakes. So all snakes are evil to me.
Please don’t use the word “slither” when replying to me and I have to go wash my eyes out now. :D
I grew up with 3 of the 4.
Didn’t play with them but wasn’t bothered by them.
Just kept an eye out for them around my animals.
Ours generally stay up on the mountain and the Cottons were only down in VA/NC where we vacationed.
They just swam by you and went on their way.
I could say walked instead because technically, they *are* ‘walking’.
Each belly scale is attached to a rib which moves in an amazingly complex fashion, causing the belly scale to grip and propel the snake forward.
Rather than having no “feet”, they have hundreds of them.
They are quite a miracle of bio-engineering.
:)
You included yourself.... my response was to your comment which included me in your post
Enough already!!!!!! :)
No way IN HELL would I EVER date a lib. Most men and women, when they first meet talk about themselves.
I go right into my politics. I need to know who you are and where you stand. VERY off putting to a lot of people, but guess what....I don’t give a flyin you know what. NograyZone:
You are making so many dating mistakes it's frightening.
Why are you even bringing up celibacy or your strict political beliefs in the first date to begin with? What about getting to know the person first and just going out and having fun?
No wonder guys are trying to get in your pants on the first date. You are giving them a challenge as they have already given up on you for dating material based upon your strict demands.
If a woman gave me strict this and that ultimatums in the first date as you are doing I would run like the wind. No man or woman wants to hear that stuff. If you are doing this on the first date they have to wonder what you would be like in a long term relationship.
I wonder how many truly good guys you have scared off over the years.
As for dating a liberal there was a thread on FR 3-4 months back on spouses/marriage and numerous posters said they had liberal spouses and would not trade them for anything the world. I'm not talking about dating a hardcore communist or leftist wackjobs. People have another side to them other than politics. My GF is liberal in some areas but we never discuss politics. We are truly best friends, share the same interest and hobbies. I still get that fuzzy feeling when she walks in the door.I can't imagine not having her in my life.
SRS NGZ,I saw your pics on your homepage carrying that sign. You are attractive. You need to loosen up on this all consuming 24/7 politics in your life.
There is a life out there besides politics. Republicans and democrats will be fighting long after your bones have turned to dust. Life is too short to have anger especially over something to be honest you can't do anything about.
As to your and bellflower belief about fornication do you really think God gives a shiiite if you are in a committed loving relationship? I'm not talking about one night stands or promiscuity..there is a difference. I think God has more concerned and has more important criteria such as how you lead you life, treat others and doing good for your fellow man rather than if you and a life partner shared some intimacy. What about the days before there was even marriage? Yes, marriage is a fairly recent event i human existence. Those people in loving relationships condemned? I don't think so.
As for your comment that men don't want to become friends first that is full of crap. You are the one not allowing them to become a friend. All 3 of my gf's I knew them as friends first before becoming romanticly involved. I worked out with my GF for 2 hours every day and we cooked at night together (another shared interest) for 7-8 months before we became lovers and intimate. I know for a fact my male friends were not getting intimate with their gf's until way into the relationship. Guys talk. Not everyone is having sex early in relationships no matter what popular Hollywood culture is portraying. far from it.
You say you feel freedom with your celibacy stance and not dating. Good for you if you really feel that way. But don't wake up one day down the road full of regret over woulda, shoulda, coulda over some stance that does not mean a shill of beans. Don't let other lonely people drag you down to their level and tell you they don't need anyone. It sucks to be alone.
You will probably not like this advice but it is coming from a guy with no skin in the game-an outsider looking inward.
Srs, go out an enjoy life for while and loosen up.
“And amazing, isn’t it, how good dogs, know really good people when they meet them?”
I must have darkness in my soul, according to some dogs...they regard me as a useful scratching machine but are otherwise standoffish.
On the other hand, I can talk a feral cat out of a tree. Go figure.
I practice tiger kung fu...if dogs are disdainful I like to tell myself it’s because I smell like a cat, not a rat ;^)
That's exactly where I'm going to lead her. Most of the lady riders in my old crew rode Softails.
Thanks!
AnTiw1 posted - “”I must have darkness in my soul, according to some dogs...””
Nah. I imagine they are picking up on the serious levels of kitteh in there ; )
On a slightly different note - we had dogs and cats when I was a kid, and some of our cats were just ruthless with people who visited, but did NOT like cats : o They would wind around their ankles, or hop up on the couch or chair, and just rub on them, and purrr, and make biscuits : } Lol. They were totally sweet cats, and very friendly, but seemed to take a particular pleasure in torturing/converting those poor souls. Mom would finally have to ask us to put them back in our bedrooms so the poor folks could decompress a little : o
And even farther off topic - of all the critters we have encountered/rescued/raised and loved, I have to say that the biggest surprise came in the form of domesticated rats! I had no idea that they could each be so distinct in personality, and capable of so much love. The Lord certainly likes to put a lot of heart into some of the most unexpected places....
May God continue to bless your kitteh self :)
Tatt
Again with the great storytelling! You, my FRiend, need to write stories, or even books!
And I love the term “mousicles”! See my post directly above, about my rattie epiphany, but even so, snakies gotta eat too! and I am sure everything goes down much easier for ALL parties with mousicles or ratcicles.
Sorry for the very belated reply : | Hopefully, all WAS forgiven by your footless flickerers : o ; )
Thank you Lord, for the critters.
Tatt
Oh yeah...now that their bellies are full, they adore me again.
The Pythons eat on a 5-7 day schedule and the Boas are *supposed* to eat twice a month [preferably once] but I have a hard time denying them.
Brom [aka Bob] the Colombian male sulks on his deck, looking as pitiful as possible while Dixie, the Dumerils Boa takes an entirely different tack.
She is usually balled up in her house like a lazy slob and I rarely see her...until she gets food on her mind.
Then, her head peaks out and she looks like some mutant turtle.
If I ignore that subtle signal, out comes a foot or two of neck.
If that doesn’t get her supper, she crawls up on her deck and pointedly displays herself to maximum advantage.
After two days of that window dressing, she starts the active “Ahm’a Cobra!” stalking and posing.
She’ll raise herself up the full length of the 2 foot high condo and sway and stalk me.
I reckon she thinks I’m woefully obtuse and it never crosses her mind that I’m actually -ignoring- her.
[overfeeding a relatively sedentary snake is bad for their health but she wants to eat 24/7]
Hubby only agreed to me buying her because at 7 YO, she was only 5 feet and theoretically ‘maxed out’, lengthwise.
Oh well.
That was 2 feet ago.
Brom/Bob has also added at least 2 feet to his former 5 1/2.
Meh.
They’re snuggle bunnies so what the heck.
I can’t say enough good things about pet rats.
I’ve had some extremely brilliant ones who learned to do tricks and some who were constant companions who rode in the hood of my jacket when I went shopping and were bright enough to duck down if somebody came close enough that they might be seen.
Years ago I had an English Cocker and he was in his bed in the hallway and I heard him make a weird a noise and then come racng into the LR, freaking out.
As he made a flying leap for the sofa, I could see my albino female, “Rat Woman” upside down on his belly, firmly gripping his fur.
She really like to mess with my dogs’ heads.
I had a Black Berkshire male anmed Rex who was a true showman.
I had “enriched environments” for them and his house had a metal rod with plastic practice golf balls threaded onto it and if he saw me coming near his house, he’d spin them wildly with his little hands and the more I laughed, the more he’d move about and spin them.
He looked like Jerry Lee Lewis playing the piano.
The *dumbest* thing I ever did was hang brass bells from chains in everybody’s houses.
They’d ring the bells and naturally, I’d come running to see them doing it and soon enough, they learned that if they rang the bells, the “servant” would show up at their beck and call.
That went on for about 3 weeks and when I started *not* showing up, they’d take their hands and -slam- the bells against the sides of their cages.
The bells got taken out soon after.
[which caused them to lob rat chow at me for a while until they got over the loss of the servant bells]
;D
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