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Many of us men have been there. I recall as a much younger man, being in bed with a younger Indian girl, Sunita, daughter of a ranking military family, emigrees from the Subcontinent, who, at the time in central California, were wont to go into the cheap hotel business on retiring. She was a "candy stripper", a girl recently out of high school, and with plans for a career in nursing, volunteering with patient care. It wasn't too rare for such tarts to sniff about our dorm, on the prowl for a little action. I was staying in this former nurses' dorm for a large public hospital, where while in training, the place, to attract house staff, let me stay, with plenty of free laundry and cafeteria tickets. No one had any illusions of any of this. But during intimacy between the sheets, where a "home run" (yank jargon) was soon at hand, she began to protest, saying, "no, no...please, sir, don't, I'm not sure now if I want you to be my first." I hesitated, thinking this was honorable, but she soon became less and less convincing. Was it my only ever rape? Differences between the sexes. V-Aa.

For the fee of a comment to do so, if you request so, I will match you with someone on CS, who I feel is most appropriate for you. This could open up a new possibility for you.

(Dislaimer - that does not mean the person you are matched with will agree with that match, or even that you will, but you'll never know if you don't try.)

This is for you... wherever you are...

Kind and caring. An equal partner. Your intelligence is sexy, confident and witty. Honest, fair, kind and considerate. You make me feel sexy, desired and beautiful, always bringing out the best in me. You're my hero, making sure I'm safe not only physically but emotionally.
Your voice is so familiar. Your passion controlling my body making me wanting you. You love, respect and accept me, watching as I grow into that woman I want to be.


If you are reading my one condition is; after our last kiss, say you'll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe.
Red lips and rosy cheeks, say you'll see me again, even if it's just in your wildest dreams.

He was 45 when they married. At 29, she was 16 years younger. He’s not my best friend but we were friends enough for me to be invited to their wedding. That was 5 years ago. A good age difference, I said. That is how I prefer it as well. To avoid confusion, let’s call them John and Mary.

She was a likeable girl; pleasant and friendly. When they met, she was involved with a no-good scoundrel (let’s call him Peter) who is unemployed more often than employed. She dropped him like a hot potato. The new love grew fast and 10 months later, John and Mary were married. Her two children from a previous marriage were about 8 and 5 at the time. From what I understand, they adore John. All seemed well.

About a year ago, I went to a pub in Parow. I grew up in Parow and go there quite often. To my surprise, I saw Peter and Mary at the far end of the counter. I may have assumed it an innocent or coincidental meeting, was it not that they were holding hands. I pretended not to notice them and went to the toilet. When I returned, they were gone. They left their drinks. I asked the bartender if they come there often and she said yes. Note that Peter lives in Parow but John and Mary lives in Goodwood.

Since then I saw them together several times; always in Parow, usually very cozy and holding hands. The last time was in a clothing store. They were at the men’s clothing, he fitting shoes. She had several garments in her arms. I was with a friend and he wanted a pair of jeans. While he was looking, I went back to the lovebirds but they were gone. She dropped merchandize right there on a shelve.

I had a look at it. Two pairs of trousers, four shirts, a six-pack of undies, and 4 pairs of socks. All good quality brand names. My blood boiled. This a**hole had no way of paying for those goods. As if it is not enough that she was cheating, she was buying her lover clothes on her husband’s account.

How do I proceed from there? If I ignore it, I become part of the plot and I'm betraying a friend. I can tell him straight but what if she comes clean with him and he forgives her. Then I’m the wolf in the story who wanted to break up their marriage. I decided to talk to her.

I called her the next day and set up a meeting at a coffee shop. It is not what you think it is, she said as she sat down at the table. So she knew what it was about. I’m sure it is not but it is going to end just the same, I said. If not, I will send the pics I took to John. I never took any pics but she did not know that. This was about six weeks ago. I don’t know if it ended, I have not seen them together again but they may be more discreet now. Perhaps even meeting in another suburb.

So, perhaps I went about it the wrong way, but what else could I do? Let’s just hope that she has come to her senses. John is a good guy.


Enjoy the day.

True Online Chat

He walks in and out of my life, this mystery man... what else shall I call him? Tall dark and handsome business man, with a deep Arabic accent...yes, he is from Egypt. So very smart and charming. Treats me like his queen when we're together.....be it alone or in public with friends. He never hides me, rather takes pride in being by my side. Says, "I don't want to leave you alone" ....He's always so full of surprises, thinking up new ways to make me smile. The passion is unforgettable, assertive, inevitable. He never fails to make me laugh with our little inside jokes. He has captured my heart in such a way, I never thought possible. ....I just want him by my side.

But when he's not with me, he remains distant. Days, sometimes weeks go by...no communication, no texts, no calls, nothing. He says it's his work that keeps him busy....and his dedicated workouts at the gym. I have never visited his home....is there someone else?

Other men, possibly wonderful people have taken interest in me, but I've pushed them away, isolated myself. Couldn't stray if I tried. Days go by, I'm left with nothing but a mere memory of our last encounter. Saddened because he has left me alone.... weeks go by...I hear his voice, the butterflies are in my stomach all over again....of course I'm just overjoyed because I can see his sweet face again...but every time he returns, I know, deep down, it's only for a little while....until he's gone again, without a trace. I want to tell him I love him, but for some mysterious reason....I don't think it will ever happen.

Most of us, if not all, are on a dating site because we are looking for a partner. That is the purpose of dating sites after all. We could blog on any social media site.

But why are we really looking for one?

Is it to have somebody around on the long cold evenings, for companionship ?
Somebody to do the jobs we may find difficult ourselves?
Somebody to keep us warm in bed?
Is it for financial security?
Somebody to have by our sides when we go to weddings, funerals, etc.
Is it to have somebody look after us as we age?
Or simply somebody to have sex with on a regular basis?

Does society make us feel like we are not complete without a partner or wife/husband?

Do we ourselves feel like we are not complete without a partner or wife/husband?

Why do we really want a partner?

We are a live-for-the-moment society, we take what we want, anything goes and everyone is up for grabs or they wouldn't be here on CS, yet for some reason we suddenly forget that when we are the wronged party and go on, and on, and on, and ON about it.

Not just scammers, either. Most of the male bloggers on CS, even the creeps, have women they keep as a get-out-of-jail-free card, suddenly remembering her when things are getting too hot. Sorry, darlin', but I did tell you I was serious about someone, remember? Some of the women, ditto.

So, you got taken. Maybe literally. Grow up, write it off to experience, live with the consequences. In your heart of hearts, be grateful you aren't stuck with the charmer.

There, that should have offended nearly everybody but you know what? It's true. Have a lovely evening.

We Were Given Two Hands To Hold ]

I saw this quote from Dedo from last year on another blog, and it struck a chord with me.

"What would happen if you had a glance in to the book of destiny and found out that your Mr.Right.or soulmate lives 12.000 miles away,is a garbageman and has 9 kids ..."

Notwithstanding the 9 kids , what would we do?

If we were told our soulmate , our One, whatever you want to call them, lived across the globe, would we take that leap? Make that move?

Or would we find excuses not to?
Using our work, our family, our lives, our health, our not liking flying, lack of resources, (add your own excuse here) to not go.


How far will we go, both physically and emotionally, for love?

Or maybe it isn't that important in the grand scheme of things.