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Maybe this correct.

But what did I do to receive such a comment?

I make comment on Praison blog

Is blog so dangerous to make comment?



We read this thai today and laugh much.

If this happen I think ridiculous. If people come my country they accept. They not like thai food - no problem. But they not like my culture, my religion they need go home.

I’ve noticed an odd thing, when I’m looking at profiles. I instantly like, or dislike, people who remind me of other people I have known. We’ve talked about this on a blog before, I think one of Cat’s, that a likeness isn’t a guide to personality, and yet I still do it.

One guy changed his profile pic soon after we started talking. He tried to say it was a more recent pic, and they WERE similar, but it was his nose that was familiar in the first photo, and it was definitely not the same nose in the second!

It is much easier in real life, not just a pic to go on. The way someone acts / reacts, gestures they make: in poker, they call it their ‘tells’

I recently met a guy who looked me earnestly in the eye as he told me about his single status, but flicked his ear with his hand *warning buzzer* Hey, I knew someone who used to do that, and she was a pathological liar. Yup. He was married. Ha! Gotcha!

I find I base my expectations of anyone I meet socially, new colleagues, whatever, on the people they remind me of. Sometimes, there is no reminder. Sometimes I'm wrong. More and more often I'm right, as I learn people. I’m turning into Miss Marple.

is it reality that there is rays in human body. the woman rays attract the man and man rays attract the women.

has anyone ever thought of relocating on here?

honestly I am afraid of being miles away from my mother and the whole family , friends and my Job

thoughts that come to my mind are

what if the person becomes abusive?

The weather in that certain country , and of course the food .

Am I paranoid or everyone considers these things?

last yr folks I met a so called lady in Dublin we met we went for a meal and a chat and a drink and had a nice evening we previously had exchanged phone numbers.
every now and then we txt to keep in contact the conversation was always friendly and always a joke on a txt message so no ill feeling or bad will towards each other as I was in south of Ireland and she was in Dublin.
then out of the blue I received a threatening phonecall from some guy in Dublin that said he was going out with her I replied I dint know she was going out with someone so I deleted her number and didn't make contact with her again now I see shes back on cs her name is false an alias name should I name and shame as I wouldn't want another person to get another threatening phonecall please give me your opinons thank you

Where are all the single Ladies at?I'm single and ready to mingle is there a group I should I join to find my true love? out

Why is it, that when you state you are not looking for someone else in your life, that people (in my case, men) either don't read it, don't think you're serious, or think you've become hopeless?

Does it ever occur to anyone that some of us really LIKE being on our own? That our preference is to continue to live on our own, doing what we like to do, when we like to do it, and don't have to consider anyone else?

I made a joke in my profile about Prince Charming and seeking a frog. But I ensured I put in my profile that I was not looking, that I was here to blog. I wrote how one guy had made assumptions without knowing a darn thing about me.

Then another one emailed me and said it was funny (which it was supposed to be) but it appeared I was hopeless at finding anyone. Huh? I don't want to find anyone! Nothing to do with hopeless, just not friggen interested. When I emailed back to say I wan't hopeless, just not looking, he came back with something else about being hopeless. Whatever. Go away.

What is it? That I simply like to blog and because the other site was unmoderated and had become a drama mess, I was simply looking for somewhere else to blog. I'm not interested in any long distance relationship, or online courting, or anything else. I exchanged emails with one guy, and when he read in a blog that I'd gone to North Bend on my own, he called me stupid. Yeah, that's a real come on. Eff off. If I waited for someone else to go with me to places, I'd never go anywhere.

I'm not some shrinking violet that needs someone of the male persuasion to protect me, and in fact, have found in my life, the times I've been in danger and needed protection are from men, not from animals. So give me nature any day.

No, I don't hate men. In fact, I thoroughly enjoy their different viewpoint and discussions on numerous subjects. I actually love men, I just don't want one in my life. I've lived on my own for almost 30 years, and I would have loved to have been in the traditional role of staying home and keeping the home fires burning while hubby went off to work. It didn't work out that way, and now that I've attained all my assets on my own, am I going to let someone move in with me to take half of them? Not bloody likely. I don't want half of theirs, either.

Sure, there are times having a male around would be great, but very few want what I want. I just want a companion that we could do stuff with on occasion, but any man I've ever met wants to be 'completed'. What's with that? I'm not incomplete, so if someone feels they are, then they need a lot more than I can give.

Hopeless? No, not in the least. Many of my pursuits are solitary, and I not only am comfortable with my own company, I really like it. And that's where people get a false idea that if you're alone, you're lonely. Not in the least. The loneliest I've ever been was when I was married.

At this stage of my life, I know what I do and don't want. I don't want someone else in my life. That's not hopeless. That's happiness!

My father had 3 sisters - one married very well, one married a successful but extremely Bohemian Jewish author (that was a bit shocking, back at the time) and one eloped with a ne'er-do-well. This weekend I went to the birthday lunch of the oldest cousin born of the very good marriage, in Oxford.

There were 80 guests, all her branch of the family, or friends. My table had a Supreme Court judge, the birthday girl's brother (a retired QC), a retired Tory MP, and a semi-retired surgeon. They all have wives who paint, run book-clubs, support the arts and have raised brilliant children. There was a spare man, for me, but as the judge chatted me up throughout the lunch I never got to talk to him. (Have you ever tried to stop a judge talking? Conversation hogs of NOTE.) I'm guessing, though, that he was very eligible.

I think I was the only office-worker in the place, but my blushes were spared, my cousin introduced me to the others at the table as a writer.

Funny thing, if I had married the first man I was engaged to, he would have fitted in perfectly. My current fella would have been considered 'quayte a character' and maybe even 'a jolly good sport'. Nearly all the ones in between - phew. Not at all the thing.

Drove back to where I was spending the night thinking okay, now I know why my daughter wasn't invited. Not because numbers were tight. My own daughter wouldn't have fitted in. Wow.

Am I sorry my life turned off the track I was born into? I have no idea. I don't think I would have made a professional man a very good wife, but then I didn't make a very good wife anyway. It was odd wondering what it would have been like, though. And whether I should have shut the judge up and flirted discreetly with the single man provided for me. Just to see.

There's a sort of a point to this blog. Have you lived the life you were expected to live, or have you gone completely off-piste? And - looking back - do you have regrets about decisions you made?

I don't. Well, except about letting the judge flirt so much with me. Okay I would have had to get up and walk away but I don't think his wife will follow up on my books for her bookclub now.

Especially in my age group, guy photos need to tell a story. Most of the time, the story is 'my camera is out of focus' or 'I never used moisturizer or sunscreen in my life.' Some feel an expression of dumb resignation will work. And why, why, rotate a photo sideways? Some show the guy proudly displaying his tattoos. Since women are divided into those who do like tattoos, and those who don't, that's a great time-saver.

Don't be thinking I only go for looks, now, I don't. I like to see a face clearly, but I found the ones that really catch my eye are the story-telling photos. The guy with the horse gets a second look. The one against a crammed bookshelf. The one stripped to the waist painting the keel of an old boat. You know, hobbies, interests, a start to conversation? I even appreciate the guys on their pushbikes, at the gym, or playing the ukelele, because I know immediately that's not gonna work out for us. For sure some other woman will suck in her breath sharply and click on the YES button.

I'm for sure going to add a story photo to my set. To make up for the fact I don't have a cleavage shot. You never know. It could work.

Work it, guys. Work it.

I just want to let everyone know that I am currently in a relationship. Things are becoming better and better by the day. I am very lucky to have found such a wonderful woman. I hope everything works out well in our future, right now things could not be better. She is perfect.



But, I do enjoy the blogs here and I will be still writing blogs, participating, and hopefully continuing to learn things.


But....for sure....I will not be looking for any sort of relationship....other than just friends. I have many friends here and I thank you all for being there for me. You are all wonderful people, and I wish you the best in your search.