Hi, i am 46 year old woman.I am employed and am living in the alone. I like to dance, mainly old time, go to the odd market,and like to swim.I like home and furniture restorations, gardening, going away for weekends.Have done alot of horseriding in the past but at this point in time dont own a horse, only 3 cats that own me. ha I am looking for that special someone that i can respect, that knows how to treat a woman properly, and quality US time is very important to me. My last guy that i trusted so,so much i caught looking at this adult site Swallow Me POV. i mean how do guys get off over this sick stuff, swollow me ? what a name how can you do that ? I use to love doing things as a couple with him but it was not enough, have been stung before, but am still looking for my soul mate. so if you are a REAL MAN, financially secure, with morals and old fashioned values, and dont see a lady as a meal ticket thats a good thing.

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A balloonist was traveling in a hot air balloon and had become completely lost. Spying someone walking down below, the balloonist descended to within calling range. “Excuse me! I promised a friend I would meet them a half hour from now and I have no idea where I am. Can you help me out?”

The person on the ground said, “Certainly. You're in a hot air balloon about 30 feet above the ground. You're approximately at longitude 73° 42' 2" West and latitude 41° 14' 53" North.”

The balloonist said, “You must be a sponsor.”

The person on the ground laughed and said, “Well as a matter of fact I am, but how did you know?”

The balloonist replied in irritation, “I'm sure everything you've told me is technically correct, but I have no idea what to do with the information and, frankly, I'm still lost.”

Smiling, the person on the ground said, “You must be a sponsee."

Frowning, the balloonist said, “As a matter of fact I am, but how did you know?”

The person on the ground said, “You have no idea where you are. You have no idea where you're going. You've made a promise you have no idea how to keep. You expect me to solve your problem for you and even though you're in the exact same position you were in before we met, it's now somehow become my fault.”


higher powered posted the version of this I saw first. I found it very funny. I especially like that it has two punch lines. I found 31 references when I Googled for it. On passing it along to a few of my AA friends, only one had ever heard or seen it before. This is my version, modified to suit my sensibilities. If anyone can improve on my co-ordinates, I'd appreciate knowing.

peace...be still
it seems as if i live a life of constant motion...always moving...always something to do...somewhere to be...somebody to follow up with...a bill to pay...a meeting to attend...laundry to do...yard to mow...and on and on and on...i often feel like i am so caught up in life...that i am not living...

i recently participated in a women's forum...one of the topics that came out of the discussion is that we are so busy trying to simply survive that we often cannot grow spiritually...not b/c we are not a spiritual people...but...b/c we don't have adequate time to focus on spiritual things...

u'v all seen the email that a busy life is the trick of the enemy...i am tired of living life on fast forward....while all the time...feeling like i am running in place...

i feel like i am busy going thru the motions...i want to get busy living...

what would i do if my day to day survival did not depend on me staying in bed until the last minute...jumping up to rush out into the rush hour and work someone else's J-O-B...that keeps me Just Over Broke?..how would i re-define success if all things financial were taken out of the equation?..

for the longest time...i used to say that i just wanted to be happy...now i know that what i truly seek is joy on a daily basis...happiness can be empty...it can be shallow...it can be fleeting...joy consumes u...i want live a life filled w/ joy...i want to find time in my life to just stand still...to just be...where i can connect w/ my inner self...hear from my creator...and exist at that place called there...

but right now...i gotta get dressed and take my ass to the office...

The pouic received its New Year's gifts ! To how see it you on the photograph above, it is very content !

Then I explain you. There were some promises of gift, but at the last minute, people did not find any more a stamp or their cheque book. It does not matter. Most serious is especially that have several times due to refuse money : friends wanted to pay by bank card directly on my Paypal, which implied that upgrade my account. However I make a point of keeping a basic account to have reduced expenses. I am sorry.

We had thirteen effective gifts all the same, for a sum of one hundred forty-four euros. Thank you friends !

I give you the initial ones here, often bidouillées to preserve anonymity, of people who took part, so they can check that their payment indeed was versed.

AAAAA – 11 ; FM – 6 ; IC – 10 ; MB1 – 20 ; MB2 – 15; NC – 10 ; PL – 15 ; PS1 – 10 ; PS2 – 7 ; SC – 15 ;Thes – 15 ; TS1 – 5 ; TS2 – 5.



As you suspect it, pouic could not go to seek its mandate directly at the post office, because of its small legs. It thus astutely sent dreadful unpleasant to make the tail three hours in its place. Because it is very malignant, the pouic !
While returning, to ski, dreadful unpleasant sent a mp. It preferred not to write on the forum not to encourage this kind D’initiative, of the times that the pouic would become multimillionnaire. Here thus content of the message :


Subject: Ts ts ts...

Fidelity? Yes but... at the others!
Once is not habit, I has just read an article on fidelity at the men. It thus appears that for psychological reasons, even physiological and hormonal, the man would be a being predestined with the inaccuracy. Isn't this a little to simplify the things and to give excuses to the inaccuracies of the men ? According to this article, it would be necessary to be solved so that the man misleads his partner all this since it is registered in its genes. Then what to make and how to react when medicine itself seems to excuse them to have such a behavior ? Does one have to be in agreement with these conclusions ? Would the reciprocity as regards fidelity be a history of sex and would rather be worth it in this case to be lesbian there better than homosexual ?

In what relates to me, I do not agree to legitimate this kind of behavior and to leave my life couple be directed to the liking of goodwill penis of my partner. The true question which is put here is that of engagement, of the respect of the other and the feelings which exist between the two partners.

I was often brought to discuss with a many guys which are authorized such a freedom within their couple, acknowledged or not with their partner that they prefer big boobs. When I listen to them to express their point of view and to expose me the reasons which justify them to act thus, it would seem that that is necessary as well for their personal balance as with that of their couple, thus reinforcing the bonds which link them.

Then I question myself and still questions me : how the inaccuracy can be driving in a relation ? One of the reason which often return summarizes in only one word : routine ! To consume sex of sound with dimensions would be a sufficient reason to avoid this feeling which seems so much terrifying with some ? For others, it is an incredible need for sex which them companion is not always able to satisfy who pushes them to cross the course.

Third week of school. it's getting pretty dull. tons of homework piling on the table. chemistry is a bitch. i still got a long way to go. ISP starts again next week. notice i'm writing concise sentences? trying to be laconic that's why. and taciturn. whatever that means. i've finally done it. i've bored the pants off me. i wonder where my pants are right now. if you're still reading this, i don't know what to say to you. i mean, how many people have nothing better to do than to hear my psychobabble? psychobabble is a real english word by the way. you see, i'm so bored that i started reading the dictionary assiduously. i know, i know, i'm conceited. at least i'm honest. i'm hoping that after writing this, i'll no longer adopt a laickadaisical approach towards my studies. wow. another big word. i'm impressed with myself. please, wipe that bemused look off your face. if you are still reading this piece of shit, then i suggest you better go do something useful for a change. it's not to late. oh yeah, and in case you're wondering, joie de vivre means a great enjoyment of life. now wasn't that fun?

signed, I NEED TO GET A LIFE. PRONTO.

last night was pure bliss...a complete state of euphoria...eternal sunshine...whatever you call it. never have i seen such pounding energy on stage, or the wild cries and howls that came from the crowd below. no one bothered about being packed from bum to bum like sardines in a can. no one even bothered about the humid condiitons of the night. it's all right to be among 15 000 screaming fans at the Padang, all sweating it out while singing along with the band on stage. now this band is no ordinary band. this band is God's gift to the world. this band has been hailed as the saviours of nu-metal. they are...they do...they simply....ROCK. The point being: LINKIN PARK.

i would love to start this off with 'it was a dark and humid night...', (it WAS a dark and humid night by the way, except for the occasional much desired wind) but i think it's too cliche. so i'll start off like this:

"anticipation was mounting from every corner. the crowd stared at the stage, empty except for the equipments so carefully placed and soundchecked a few hours before. the atmosphere was intense. the impatient ones were shifting uncomfortably in their places. everyone hated having to stand and wait. especially when you already paid $85 for the ticket. it wasn't long before the crowd began chanting, "linkin park...linkin park...linkin park..." of course, the occasional moron in the crowd would be caught shouting something like this: "show your faces, you lousy bastards!" talk about being fans.

as the chanting grew louder, and the crowd's anticipation was beginning to burst at it's seams, the stage suddenly darkened. the night was then greeted by a momentary silence before the crowd erupted in rousing cheers. the spotlights came back on, and six figures stood on stage; the gods of nu-metal, and we, the devout linkin parkers. we, who listen to their songs just to satisfy our hunger for good music, only to keep coming back for more bacause of our ravenous appetite. our hunger for the band's talents was insatiable. we wanted more. and we finally acquired it.

slowly, chester brought the mike closer to him. and the rest was history.

'sometimes i, need to remember just to breathe, sometimes i, NEED YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM ME...'

it was bliss. pure bliss. the banner with LP's name emblazoned on it, the stage, the lights, the music,...it was surreal. the night built up to a crescendo, culminating in a fiery finale. the crowd began it's routine head banging and jumping. arms shot into the air, fingers forming the quintessential 'ROCK' sign. chester, the god of screaming-your-throat-out, placed one foot on the speaker in front of him and said the greatest words of wisdom ever imparted from the deities of nu-metal. it was a spiritual cleansing moment. we were all being enlightened by this band of spiritual beings with guitars sent down from the heaven of rock. and chester said:

"this is our last song for the night,...it's one step closer.....ARE YOU READY SINGAPORE? LET'S SEE YOU ALL JUMP!..."

and jump we did. it was like nothing i've ever experienced before. so here's a big thank you to LP, for taking the hassle of visiting Asia, you guys are the BEST.

i know it sounds cliche, but YOU GUYS ROCK!

Hot and Cold Running Friends

But one more thing, re: this post! My out-to-lunch friend once asked me why I don't call her when I am down. I made out like it was about me being all independent. But no, it's about me having learned the hard way, over and over, not to expect too much quid pro quo or consistency from my friends. For whatever reason, I don't attract people who offer as much as I do. What I do not get is how some super-needy people collect their caretakers. I want some! All I seem to be able to collect are friends who like caretakers. The minute I start mentioning that I have needs (the way all my old therapists said I should), the only constants in my life are the haunting dreams that I have about my lost "friends".

So I am trying to be grown up and cool about being abandoned over a fungus when I really want to stand outside her bedroom window and howl and throw rocks. It is probably best that I am bleeding. My temporary PMS related psychosis should pass soon. I assume the abandonment is temporary. If it is permanent, its about way more than a fungus and I'll deal with the dreams.

Maybe I have become too cautious in my friendships but experience has taught me some sad lessons. At 44 and not getting any younger or more popular, I am probably not going to have a personality transplant and start attracting a different caliber of friend. Maybe no one does, maybe the Ya Ya Sisterhood is just a myth, a bestseller because it is a wish fulfillment fantasy for all the lonely women who have lost their friends over the years.

At the end of Boys on the Side, the mom says to her dying daughter "our friends are who we end up with" or something close to that sentiment. I would rather have half-there friends than no friends at all. I have an always-there soul mate, which is more than many people have. I have pretty much decided that I just have to cultivate enough friends so one can fill in when another is having their issues.

Lest I sound like a complete loser, I do have a best friend. We both feel a little awkward about saying we are BFF. Maybe it feels juvenile. Or maybe best friend is just a hard term to define. She used to be a hot and cold running friend. I accepted it because I had already had too many blow ups, followed by cut-offs, to risk another. After 5, 10, 15 years of our stalwartness with one another, a steady love affair that settled me down, then a passionate love affair that is opening her up, she has become more consistently available. It was worth the wait (Bat! It was, right?)

Fortunately, PJ is the one person who has never, ever checked out on me when I am needy, no matter how freaking needy I am. I am so grateful for him at times like this, especially, and pretty much always. :* Mooowah!