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All that did come across as a bit sentimental, didn’t it.
All this tomfoolery and talk about good times – it got me thinking. I thoroughly enjoyed this part of my life – no wonder the sentimentality. Sorry about that!(Had to nip round to my Dad’s house for some Old Spice. He found some in an old chest in the attic, along with a half bottle of Blue Stratos and some Hai Karate deodorant).
Laters.
I had a look at one of those Dinner for 8 websites (on the advice of my sister
) and I didn’t get past the home page – I was terrified at the thought
Still can’t face it – what a scaredy ratExcuse me if I’m repeating myself, but has anyone read ‘To The Unknown Goddess’ by Rudyard Kipling? – in my mind the most romantic thing I’ve ever read…
no I haven’t Mo. I shall look it up.
KT, this dinner for 8, what’s that all about?
Max,
oh no need to be sorry, we all get sentimental. At least you’ve plenty to look back on as long as there are no regrets. That lady with the large house in New York for instance, who wanted you to marry her pronto before she met you. Might have set you up for life and your son. Although plenty might think her unhinged and a candidate for the funny farm , and no slight on you here, but perhaps that’s what put you off?Glad you found some Old Spice, your dad obviously had good taste
…actually on re-reading what you said, I gather your son probably isn’t with you permanently, which would explain it. Fair enough. What a shame
relationships very complicated when you have children; even when they’re grown up – in fact life very complicated; juggling constantly…
KT, this dinner for 8, what’s that all about?
You sign up and then go out to dinner with 7 others (you know male n female 4 of each type
) and you sort of get to know one another and see if you want to take it further……….. I’ve just broken out in a cold sweat…….. that sounds like fun. Is there an option for just 7 men and no other ladies?
I am not at my best with competitionthat sounds like fun. Is there an option for just 7 men and no other ladies?
I am not at my best with competitionThat’s something different UM
..KTIrish – I’m sure you’d like to tell me, as it’s unlikely I’m going to find out anytime soon
Excuse me if I’m repeating myself, but has anyone read ‘To The Unknown Goddess’ by Rudyard Kipling? – in my mind the most romantic thing I’ve ever read…
..I’ve just read this Mo. All a bit complicated for my little head, and I really didn’t get a lot of it.
This shouldn’t be to anyone’s surprise.The Dinner for 8 website sounds like one of those posh ones I described earlier! Give it a go, KT.
I’d join up to something like that but I generally struggle to eat food with any green bits on it and arranging to meet eight people at the KFC gives off the wrong initial impression, I find.
Worry ye not, though: a dating service like that seems very much on the opposite end of the spectrum from something like Bob Cupid’s CyberTremblers (no dates-no fee) and at least there are another six people there to talk to if your dinner companion brings any strange habits to the table.
relationships very complicated when you have children; even when they’re grown up – in fact life very complicated; juggling constantly…
I couldn’t agree more, Ms Hat. Particularly if you put them first – but let’s face it, the kids are more fun in the long term.
Although plenty might think her unhinged and a candidate for the funny farm , and no slight on you here, but perhaps that’s what put you off?
Actually, Mrs Mare, the reason I didn’t was because I was cyberchatting with someone else, the lady from Laurel, near Washington, and I eventually ended up travelling over to see her three times.
I never even met the lady from New York and eventually we we ended up seriously disliking each other. Hell hath no fury? I can’t quite put my finger on why I made the choice I did.
The New York lady was smart, well off, very pretty, sophisticated, funny and as I mentioned, very keen. She had no children either – and the lady from Washington was like Mia Farrow’s more maternal cousin. It was possibly a mistake, looking back. No, it was definitely a mistake, but I had made some, er, promises. To this day I don’t have a true answer. Maybe you’re right and I bottled it.
Oh, and almost everyone I ever met on the Net was a bit bonkers, Mrs Mare.
I think it’s the nature of the medium…LOL.I wonder why I get trembly just thinking about it? Trust me I’m a bag of nerves at this mini moment
I bet a pyschologist would have a field day with my scrambled head“Actually, Mrs Mare, the reason I didn’t was because I was cyberchatting with someone else, the lady from Laurel, near Washington, and I eventually ended up travelling over to see her three times”
….you rotten little two timing rascal you…lol
..you know Max, looking back I think you know in your own mind you made the right decisions. Obviously your son is of paramount importance as well, all things considered.I just can’t help thinking that, all what you did, the time and effort you put in there over what must have been a considerable amount of time, came to nothing in the end and are now memories. As long as you don’t regret that, that’s fine, but I think I might wonder just what I did it all for and would hope that I had moved on and found a better life, but always allowing for the fact that you obviously enjoyed yourself immensely during your travels.
Your current and quite intense betting lifestyle you have now, as detailed in another thread, which in itself is causing you some concerns and distress, seems to have replaced a lot of that. I don’t know.
Oh, and almost everyone I ever met on the Net was a bit bonkers, Mrs Mare.
I think it’s the nature of the medium…LOL.…I wonder if there’s a subtle hint there…lol…I wholeheartedly agree in any case
Your current and quite intense betting lifestyle you have now, as detailed in another thread, which in itself is causing you some concerns and distress, seems to have replaced a lot of that. I don’t know
I still have a “relationship” with a lass from Tulsa, Mrs Mare. I’ve seen her three times in all, but I’ve not seen her for over a year. To be fair to her, I’ve tried to break it off a couple of times, but each time I try to break it off – because of my disastrous year and the unlikelihood that I’ll get over there any time soon – she objects and says she has faith.
We got on really well, incredibly well, for two people who met over the cyberwaves. One of the reason I decided to punt full boat was that I could trade/bet on BF whilst I was over there.
That was the cunning plan – until Mr Bush did his stroppy Prohibition thang and the BF boys started employing monitors to stop Transatlantic punting. Fairly unlucky timing, really, I felt.
Incidentally, my intense betting lifestyle – somewhat disappointingly from a dramatic perspective, Mrs Mare – currently involves me sitting on my fat a**e in front of the PC, eating dishfuls of Cadbury’s Mini-Eggs in my pajamas and praying to God for divine intervention as the January AW racing unveils horribly before my eyes.
An ex of mine who I am still in touch with advised me over Christmas that whatever a person requires in their lives, they should think it until it becomes a vivid visual image, throw out the image deep into the universe – and see what comes back!? God will provide, she said.
I have to admit; that seemed like a good idea at the time. It seemed strangely comforting. A warming Christmas story.
It has to be said, that I am always careful precisely what I ask for, (see nasty little folk tale “The Monkey’s Paw”), but my simple mantra carefully involves a ten length 8/1 winner which has sufficient attached liquidity to clear all my pressing debts, poll taxes and leccy bills and to buy a comfortable new computer chair, a haircut, a new toothbrush – and a plane ticket to Tulsa and back.
Not asking much is it, hon?
Hope you’re well. Max
‘scuse me for butting in on your chit chat here guys…..
Incidentally, my intense betting lifestyle – somewhat disappointingly from a dramatic perspective, Mrs Mare – currently involves me sitting on my fat a**e in front of the PC, eating dishfuls of Cadbury’s Mini-Eggs in my pajamas and praying to God for divine intervention as the January AW racing unveils horribly before my eyes.
An ex of mine who I am still in touch with advised me over Christmas that whatever a person requires in their lives, they should think it until it becomes a vivid visual image, throw out the image deep into the universe – and see what comes back!? God will provide, she said.
She’s right Max – see my sig for proof
(except it’s not god it’s the universe )Oh for all the things you need money for you need to be a little more precise. Work out an amount (say £250,000) and then print out a sample cheque made payable to you and stick it on the fridge door.
Then everytime you look at it you imagine exactly how you will feel when the cheque arrives and bingo – it will!.
be careful what you wish for…..! I’ve got a couple of weeks off work; week one was spring clean the house and get my life better organized; week two was have a healthy week, lots of walking, healthy food etc. Unfortunately someone wanted me to go somewhere today that wasn’t in my plans and I really wanted an excuse not to go – so on Friday I twisted my knee and I can’t walk properly…will probably be better when I’m due back at work….be careful what you wish for……
Kingston, she might have said the universe, but I remember it as God.
Thanks for the tip; I’ll definitely keep that cheque thing in mind. Matters are reaching the Hail Mary point as we speak, chez moi – so what have I got to lose LOL. Moehat, thanks for the cautionary warning. Making a wish has to be extremely well thought out – the Gods of Irony who govern such matters have a vicious sense of humour
Check out "The Monkey’s Paw" if you get the chance.
http://www.classicshorts.com/stories/paw.html
Or better still, try and catch "Tales from the Crypt" on ITV 4. This classic portmanteau style horror film from the seventies contains the best – and most haunting – dramatic exposition of the Monkey’s Paw tale. Truly horrifying.
Be careful what you wish for – well, I’ve written mine down and I reckon it’s foolproof!
All this tomfoolery and talk about good times – it got me thinking. I thoroughly enjoyed this part of my life – no wonder the sentimentality. Sorry about that!
, and no slight on you here, but perhaps that’s what put you off?
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