Haha! I’ve been though enough to know my issues. And to know that there are men out there that appreciate a women who is unattached. Not insecure. They can do what makes them happy. As I’m going to do the same.
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Of course she’s underestimating her audience. I still use her Groucho picture as fodder.
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For those of you who don’t know who Pushharder is, he’s the guy in the picture posted above with the catfish.
For the record, I thought BBS was a troll of some sort from the very first post. Now I think she’s either a troll or just batshit crazy.
BBS, if your not a troll, don’t be offended by the bat shit crazy opinion. I think 95% of the members, and 100% of the members under 50 who use pharma, are bat shit crazy. So you at least have lots of company.
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Imagine what I’m going to pull out to please my man for Valentine’s Day!
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I would like to know whats the difference? Alot of people on here including myself post their instagrams which have there name on it, how is that different to posting your email?
We had a long-time poster (debraD) who lived at her place during the week and her boyfriend’s on the weekend. No kids. I recall her saying at some point that they’d been together and happy that way for more than a decade. So it’s certainly possible.
I’m married to someone who travels for work most weeks and I like it very well. I work four long days and am happy to be all about me on those days. No apologies for my workout music, no one keeping me up later than I want to be, etc.
It seems a self-defeating thing to announce at the outset, though. If I were on a first or second date and someone laid out a set of expectations that rigid, I’d be out.
You seem…a little grouchy as concerns men and relationships.
I’d be delighted with a nice big ribeye, on a plate… not a la Lady Gaga.
Yeah, so I’m vegan, except I have a hard core ribeye addiction.
But I only eat grass fed organic. So I’m vegan by proxy.
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I’m afraid I have to tell you that you have failed there.
I was thinking more along the lines of a Valentine’s-y red sweater. I have a really good one, too. It’s a scratchy wool crewneck from LLBean. It was my father’s, and it’s really warm. lol
In all seriousness, we have ribeye pretty much weekly. When he’s away I eat very lean, when he’s home…I bulk. He won’t be home until late tonight, so he’s actually on track for nudity (yay) but unfortunately worn by a sleeping wife who may or may not make unwelcoming growling noises if he wakes her up (boo).
It’s actually been a pretty romantic week here. His mom died last week and we had a lot of time in the car going back and forth as things played out. In processing everything - the grave she was supposed to go into was full of her elderly brother’s wife despite it being beside her husband’s grave (my FIL), which led to the throwing of much shade in the grave-usurping uncle’s direction, but then the uncle died two days later, which yikes. Anyway, in considering my MIL spending all eternity by herself unless we disinterred my FIL so he could go to some other plot with her ($$$) or leaving him to spend all eternity with Aunt Bette, whom he barely knew, we decided that we want to be cremated and buried together in a non-cemetery setting, and then we further decided that we want to be in the same box or urn or whatever (“the jar” is what we’ve been calling it). So there’s been all sorts of romantic talk about having our teeth mingled for all eternity, and also our noses and asses, because what are the odds that some of his anus ashes won’t wind up in my face ash? So…yeah. Really rocking the romance at my house.
Our Valentine’s Day plan is to try out some of the mingled-ashes positions and maybe go out to dinner tomorrow night. I also have a mushy card for him.
This is not the first time I’ve had cause to question the standards of my fellow forum citizens.
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Wow, never knew that a particular cut of beef would elicit such an introspective response.
Suspect it was meant more for the forum than as a response to my professed predilection for ribeye, but I have to tell you. I loved it.
When I was a kid, we had a dog named Spike. He was a Cockapoo my dad got in a bar before Cockapoos were popular. He got hit by a car while we were on vacation, and we put him in a Hefty bag, brought him home, and my dad buried him in the back yard.
We got another Cockapoo, she was blonde (Spike was black and named Spike because they actually wanted a bulldog, and all bulldogs are named Spike).
We named her Suzy and she lived to seventeen. She passed peacefully from an enlarged heart, and my dad buried her in the back yard.
A few years later my maternal grandfather passed from metastatic prostate cancer, and my brother Jon (may he rest in peace) verbalized all of our concerns, we were worried about my dad digging a big enough hole to bury my grandfather in the back yard.
Luckily, he had made arrangements to be cremated. Shortly thereafter, I lost my maternal grandmother and both of my paternal grand parents, and blessedly, they were all cremated (that would have been a lot of digging for my dad and our back yard wasn’t that big).
Spiritually I have come to the conclusion that cremation is the way to go - it’s sort of like burning the boats so the soul has no choice but to ascend.
I’m not really concerned with my wife’s anus being in my teeth (cause we’re separated, and other shit), but I like the idea of destroying the earthly vessel so my soul can transition.
Always love your posts!
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Uh, dude. You asked this exact question 3 months ago, we had a several-posts-long discussion about it and, by the end of it, you seemed to understand where the policy was coming.
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R.I.P bad memory
This ^ cracked me right up.
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Same here brother. I’m also lesbian only I have a dick and balls. They’re not that big so I reckon I qualify.
I used to be a golf pro, and we all wanted to come back in our next life as lesbians. Hit from the women’s tees and get to date women, what’s better than that?
Sounds like Caitlin Jenner is living your dream.
Damn Myth, I was a Cat A player myself in my youth.
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Having a dick.
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Life is all about being, not about having.
Breathe into being and don’t be so focused on having things.
That way you can enjoy being a dick rather than having a dick.
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