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Good day everyone.

I want to share about a dream I had that made me wake up with great feelings today. Something that I have not felt before but longed for a long time.

I was at lunch with my friends when someone called me outside for a visitor. I went out with 2 of my friends following behind me. I guess they did because they were curious who my caller was. My caller was a guy I know. Not somebody I know in reality. But in the dream he’s someone I know. He felt familiar. He explained why he came. Then wen on his knee and brought out a small box from his pocket. I was filled with excitement because i know what it meant. He took the ring out of the box, smiled at me and said the words. I was overcome with joy and he gathered me in his arms in a warm embrace. His embrace felt like home.

After that we walked hand in hand with my head in his shoulder. He was taller than me, but not by a lot. He had blonde wavy hair and a warm smile. We talked to my family and started to plan the wedding. I remembered feeling a little stressed, but also very calm and happy in planning the day.

I woke up feeling really happy. Not the butterflies-in-your- stomach type of happiness, but the kind of joy that’s warm and calm and complete. Nothing that I’ve ever felt before.

I like this feeling. If this is what true love feels, i want it.

...now about the imaginative stories explaining why they are asking to send them money....

"There's some dying hospitalized dear family member."....
"My insurance won't pay for my elective plastic, breast augmenttion and gastric bypass surgery."....
"There are too many cats here to feed."....
Mr son needs substance abuse treatment, again."...

A favorite-"I am into import/export work. Corrupt customs agents here in Monte Carlo won't allow me to leave without a big bribe"...

a bit of a strange blog this one ,as i am not going to give to much away ,,except that i will leave it up to you the peeps on the blogs to make up your own minds ,,by watching a documentary on you tube called love me mail order brides ,,it is an american creation about american men and the lengths they will go to looking for that special woman ,and i mean extreme lengths at that,and at a cost you could not imagine ,,or maybe you could who knows ,,,i have my own opinions but will not say just yet ,,as it would probably deter you all from viewing it ,,but if you do then i know that the replies will be very interesting indeed ,,
so over to you folks and enjoy the show as it is about an hour long ,,,

Talkin' to myself and feelin' old
Sometimes I'd like to quit
Nothing ever seems to fit
Hangin' around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down

What I've got they used to call the blues
Nothin' is really wrong
Feelin' like I don't belong
Walkin' around
Some kind of lonely clown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down

Funny but it seems I always wind up here
with you
Nice to know somebody loves me

Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do
Run and find the one who loves me

What I feel has come and gone before
No need to talk it out
We know what it's all about
Hangin' around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down

Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do
Run and find the one who loves me

What I feel has come and gone before
No need to talk it out
We know what it's all about
Hangin' around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down

Hangin' around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down

I truly don't know if I'm summing some of my past experiences up in the proper manner. I find many (not all) persons (females) that originate from small countries have a huge ego (I wont say problem)
Not all but I have even found a few from New Zealand, Lithuania and a few other smallish countries, quite arrogant and easily upset if you, the outsider, accidentally misinterpret googles facts. I actually find it quite funny at times.
My conclusion is that just possibly I don't have the same patriotic feeling for my own country as they have for theirs. Thus automatically making you enemy #1.
I try to let them understand that its unimportant for me to know just how good and faithful and beautiful etc etc most ladies are that hail from their country. Big mistake....This attitude triggers a response from them that clearly states: "Don't try and worm your way out of this one, you are guilty of treason, so be glad you don't get shot"



At this stage I say Goodbye.

Sad thing about this is that some of them are fantastic all the way until I err.

Sometimes a man just cannot win. Period.

Hi ya all!
Just a write from a newbie here, have no clue what I am doing, guess most don't...,but it seems like most members are exploring!
So am I... and with reading, my pm's, reply's, on - some of your members, here.
Is it,...? - just a gig,.. - expend social media, but more for a social level!?? ,,.. - a quest for a true love,... or just moments of loneliness??!
I mean, as a newbie, I got messages, who seemed kind, or maybe players, some seemed to soul searching, some lonely's, desperado's, or life style searches??
I truly don't know, my first time, on a dating site, why, I don't know...
TIA for reading & Heads Up!! , replying is much appreciated :-)

we all know that in todays modern world ,that women should be treated as equals ,especially in the work environment where they are doing the same work as men,
that said ,,so this is my question , should a woman share the cost of a date ,and by date i do not mean the first date ,
obviously if you both hit it off and wish to meet up again then surely it is only right that you share the costs ,,,
why do i ask this ,well it seems that quite a few women believe this is not the way it should be ,,,
so i am interested to know what you people out there think about this ,,,,,
i have my own thoughts and situations where by i have encountered both sides of this issue ,which i shall add further info on in the comments ,,
so over to you peeps ,,,,,

---Not sure if I can spell it. But supposedly it means extraordinary. A new hottie friend is from hippy town Yang shao, and while her English is great, the rest of her immigrant family here speak mostly Mandarin.
So, shamelessly to ingratiate myself, I'm looking here for help translating this word. And not merely into something like "awesome", or "great". But an extra long word for the same. Same as in the film, and as in describing Kepler's astronomy.
Alas, FFF will jump at the chance, being my devoted main man crusher on CS, but I hope he can resist this mild trance induction, and his need to brag/impress. Fake is fake is fake. No? And sadly, some of my racist friends have asked why I couldn't try to get a real (?White?) GF. Some will know what I mean. Regrettable. But I digress.
I know a similar longest real word in German. But wouldn't mind hearing of one in French, Spanish and Portuguese as well. CC likely will know a word in all five tongues.
Thanks, All.
Can't make any of this stuff up. Not hardly. Why try?

Most dating sites I've been a member of have rules for photos.
No nudity (including guys bare torsos showing off muscles) one person in the photo, face shot where the person must be clearly recognizable, no children, no display of weapons, etc.

That doesn't stop people from doing what they want and not what's listed in the requirements.

A feature that was on POF allowed members a chance to view random photos uploaded by other members. It was amazing to see what people tried to get away with on their profiles. I believe if you flagged a photo it went on a list for the staff to review.

Tattoos for example. I suppose if you were an inkaholic posting only photos of your tattoos and none of your face is your calling card in life.

Your face obscured by smoke billowing out of your nostrils while you're holding a reefer is a clear sign what you are and your bait for what you are interested in.

Another form of bait is a photo of an older woman with her young, attractive daughter in the foreground. I'm sure she gets lots of hits that way as guys will check out the daughter and then bypass the profile of an older woman... that is unless guys are thinking that by getting to meet mom, there's a chance they can actually get to meet her daughter!

Using the wrong type of bait could catch you the wrong kind of fish.

.....Now's the time to fess up. Most of us can recall our first (or for some here, thousanth), episode of unrequited love. What went on in our heads and in our hearts? Was it a growth experience?
What better time than Saint V's day for the job. So I'll go first. What valour, if I must say so meself, which I always manage to do.
I've already mentioned that snooty little R. in HS, who always beat me at maths. Well, on reflection, it was more a case of puppy love, even at ages 15. I got to sit next to her hottie Yiddish bottom on the bus trip to and from NYC for our annual theater visit. Few will believe it, but these were days well before my ability to charm to the core with gut ripping humour, and such. So how much fun could it have been? 8 hours in total. And the teacher chaperone, who was on to me, sitting right nearby. Reminded one of Father Ben Dover, who loved to walk about at our CYO dances, tapping shoulders, if these were too close.
But several years later, in the dormitory, where just that year (1969), the admin began to allow ladies in for a few "visiting" hours weekly conjugal visits. Test balloon if there ever was one.
Two hottie tarts from the neighboring 22 story ladies dorm were on our floor, no doubt sniffing about. And right in front of my door, one of our mates had a brief grand mal seizure. Here was the floor clown, writhing on the floor, his silly boy role no doubt a reaction to his epilepsy, about which none of us knew anything. We see the same dynamic here, in this case masquerading as bragadocio, for fake life failure. But I digress.
Well, the gathering crowd were all standing around laughing. Toby was just being Toby, to impress the females. But one lady and I knelt down next to him to try to comfort and protect, neither really knowing what to do for Toby-man.
Now I had been hot on this girl for some time. A Daughters of the American Revolution high cheekboned, lovely debutante, of English extraction. And a much older first year graduate student in art. Word got around that she thought the world of me, for being the only one as compassionate as she believed herself to be. The little John Bircher.
Of course, this being the total initial opposite of unrequited admiration, I was smitten. Involved for the year, and many letters back and forth (no email), after I left for foreign study. I actually flew back over the mid semester, claiming family ties, but mostly for her.
Well, our first date was to the Campus Center weekly half dollar movie. 2001. a Space Odyssey. Both drenched in MJ. A year later, when she dumped me for another, I was devastated, but finally recovered. This last item calls for much comment, but I'll just here note how it all started, as the elements were all there. Mom image older sort, vastly different in terms of home culture, who paid attention to me (not one of real mommy's strengths, due to a jealous dad), and saying she would keep her powder dry in my absence. Lots more, but at the time, I thought it not possible to experience more day in/day out pain---for a few months. Felt it even in my bosom. WTF?
Who hasn't been THERE, Saint V??