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I tried to check the old threads and blogs of this site, but ruefully I wasn't able to find them. I still remember it only had two options: forums and threads. I miss the OG members of this site; I'm afraid some of them are either in heaven or happily married. I recall when a member of Coldplay used to be part of this site before they became famous. It wasn't a catfished account; we saw him on camera before he became big. Those were the days. I was in Taiwan when I used this app for my leisure time. It was hard for me to leave this site when I met my ex-husband with the friends I made here, but I'm glad I still communicate with them offsite. However, I still miss some who don't use social media and choose to stay here.

the best gold diggers never end up in low income housing. It is the guile-less, 'down to earth' women who TRUST men too easily who end up in unfortunate situations. They trust a man to live up to his promises, they work and work for weak useless men who cannot provide for them. A lot of these women believe in 'true love' pay their way, are earnest and honourable and this is the dreadful outcome. If they were gold diggers, they would not be in that situation. Men's logic

A woman can't change a man because she loves him, a man changes himself because he loves her.

Such a drug is love. It makes me imagine crazy things. Like my beloved laying across a chaise lounge chair as I fan him with a palm leaf, while feeding him grapes.

‘Tis an intoxication I wish never to sober from. Life, be NOT cruel and permit me to stay this way. In these clouds in the kingdom of god. For to love another person IS to SEE the very face of our creator. Love is the driving force that brings all things into being.

Of course the sensations and experiences from the intoxicants can be blamed on the Hypothalamus, which for a nerd is just as arousing and romantic a thought (for the Sapiosexual). To imagine this beautiful little pump inside the brain squeezing out teeny weeny peptide ticklers, to fill our tummies with butterflies, our hearts with the sensation of fluttering, ungrounding us in a dizzying whirl of exquisite delight.

I am so drunk on this man, I yield openly with no resistance, for I want to stay the distance in this bliss and drown in the blinding light and ecstasy he hath smitten me with.

Aye.

Upload me. Integrate me. Let me dissolve INTO you. Be ONE with your being. Experience the sacred beauty that is the enigma of you. My heart has been whisked away in your luminous splendor. Deeper, ever down the rabbit hole of love . . .take me; and be this a dream, dare not wake me.

There is m o r e, sooo very much more; and expansive infinity of wonder and joy. I cannot fathom how even to bring these things into the words of our human language. To translate these experiences . . .these feelings. All I can do is just BE . . .in the moment.

*le sigh*

© December 29, 2020, L. Karriem

I was wondering, are there any woman that love to be pampered

If a newly married man looks happy, we understand why. But if a man, who is married for ten years, looks happy, we wonder why.

You take the mind of an older woman and put it in the body of a younger woman and you have the perfect girlfriend. Why does life suck?!?

They say there is 3 sides to a story...!

Your side...My side..........and the truth.............!

Did you know that...?


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99.7 of the letters I receive suggest we are to become friends. When I ask what exactly they mean, they answer: normal friends.

I don’t know your norms. I never had male friends. If you can’t fix my sewage or shift my tires, what exactly do I need you for?

From my perspective – O.Henry, please, forgive me for reformulation – but as I see it: a real friendship is to survive love, poverty and war.


If I’m so madly in love that I cannot sleep, eat, work, live… I talk only about him… will you be there for me to listen to and support? Ad infinitum? If not – you are not my friend.

If I suddenly become so poor, that I’d have to beg money for food, will you still be my friend? If not - you are not my friend.

If there’s war between our countries… are you still my friend then?

Those are my requirements to a friend.

Good news: it’s voluntarily ??

The eyes are the mirror of the soul, but how can you see the soul of someone wearing lenses?