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He gently taps the bathroom door open where she is getting ready to shower. He eyes her silhouette in her full length white see-through gown, his loins pulsate. He steps up behind her and slowly. gently but with purpose, glides his hands up teasing hungrily her curves as she leans back into him oozing in passion at his touch. Slowly he caresses her breasts as he envelopes her in his arms, taking her into his very being. He finds her neckline with his lips, devouring her. Her breath is slow and deep in anticipation, her heart pumping as the gown slips to the floor….....

Now who wants to keep it going.......

What do you miss the most in your life ?
Whats the special you miss ?

What is your advice when dealing with a stubborn personality?

A recent event got me wondering what must be going on behind the scenes here. I am now imagining a frenzy of private messages hurtling back and forth, discrediting enemies and attempting to form alliances. What actually gets posted is probably but a tiny glimpse of the full picture. Obscure accusations that no one understands, apart from those directly involved, seem to appear on a regular basis. I say obscure, but perhaps it’s just me that finds them so, maybe everyone else knows what they are about.

It might be a good idea to add an extra feature to the site; a separate section, increasing the options for expressing our thoughts. We already have the Forum and Blogs, what we need now is a Washing Dirty Laundry In Public section.

It was 20 years ago. I was a successful consultant in my field, editor in a magazine, had managed to become assistant professor in the college I graduated from. I was dating an eccentric girl and my future looked bright. Would fight for another 5 years and then accept a position in a good company in my field, wear tight Ermenegildo Zegna suits and seduce our clients over lunches. Maybe ditch the eccentric girl and settle for something more reasonable.

Then I found Malta. Malta was small, very small, something like the population of the third largest city in my country. There was no way to follow my career path. It was an island, I couldn’t just hop in my car and go somewhere else if I felt like it and all this water around it…Yes, they spoke English, but they also spoke Maltese which looked worse than Chinese to me. They were Catholic, which could be a problem to my much freer approach to the Divine. I would obviously not wear Zegna suits every day and would I find an eccentric girl there? Hell, I haven't even been there!

I gave all this a 5 minute thought, pulled up my sleeves and got to work. Internet was there, but not so much info in it back then, gathered and printed all of it. Went to the bookstore, gathered maps, charts, tourist guides, the pocket Maltese lexicon. I wrote to real estate agents. I needed to rent an apartment and a shop to open a small print on demand shop, which was a possible success back then and I had all the knowledge to run it. One of the real estate agents even sent me a magazine. There were two pasta recipes in there, one with black and red “caviar” and the other, a tuna, parsley, anchovy, cold pesto. Still cooking them regularly after all these years…

What was that? Were I hallucinating? I was certainly not doing drugs. Was it something astrological? My furious Sagittarius ascendant had managed to kick the butt of the Virgo in me? Or was it the first symptom that I was yet another fragmented guy who was just missing the importance of my own being?

It was then it happened. Went to a seminar abroad, met someone I knew back in the years and I fell in love…My second email to her was actually an invitation to go and live with me in Malta, still have it. She didn’t even take the time to answer this. It went very quickly: child, marriage, dark, light, cold, hot, laugh, cry, idiots, mentors, Iceland, Japan, divorce…

Momentarily, Malta winked to me, but I was so unbelievably broken…
Ulysses they say passed from Malta on his way to Ithaca. Was it Calypso the subtle? Was it the sirens? Who knows…What I know is that I envy him. And after all these years, I still haven't been there…

am not bashing no one but hey whats up with men who play with a woman's emotion and leave

only to come running back when he has been played out and get old on the playground and cant find no other ?


why the desperate long face endless begging?


sorry but when it done-- its done for me

Even before entering into a relationship, one person is always attracted to the other more than the other is attracted to him/her. This may be purely a matter of chemistry. Both persons may enter into and develop the relationship, being fully aware of this. The one who is more strongly attracted may end up putting more effort into the relationship in the hope that this may cause the other person to become more attracted to him/her. However, things may not necessarily work out that way, at least in the short term; there is a better chance of this taking place in the long term. Ultimately, one may have to make a decision with regard to committing or not committing oneself to the relationship.

If things work out well and both parties are happy and remain happy in the relationship, that is great.

However, if things do not work out that way,then what?

Most likely, there are several persons here at CS who may have experienced such a situation, and some who may be experiencing such a situation at present.

Perhaps the one whose love was not reciprocated in the relationship, leading to a case of unrequited love, may console himself/herself with the saying:

“It is better to have loved and have lost, than to never to have loved at all”.

What do you think?

Open discussion, on the topic, welcome!!!

I love the old swing stuff but I don't know the words, it's before my time, I just like it in the background. Tonight Frank Sinatra sang something that caught my attention. I listened again. And again. And wrote down a few of the lines. And thought yes. That's me, tonight. That's where I am.

I’ve been a puppet a pauper a pirate a poet a pawn and a king, I’ve been up and down and over and out and I know one thing, each time I find myself flat on my face, I just pick myself up and get back in the race –

That’s life, that’s life and I can’t deny it, many times I thought of cutting out but my heart won’t buy it, but if there’s nothing shaking come this here July –

I’m gonna roll myself up in a big ball, and die. .

Well, maybe next July. I know, I know, dramatic. I have moods. Welcome to this one.

But just putting one foot in front of the other - that's not LIFE. That's existence. I want it all. And I want it now.



So how's your Friday going?

The mark of popularity here, is the number of comments you receive for your blog ,well most bloggers feel that way........
So to become popular on the blogs, one should follow few simple rules
1 Start a fight on your blogs
2 flirt with fellow bloggers
3 Indulge in innate banter
4 make friends with people here who comment on any and every blog
5 Double post all your comnents.

You don't think so?
But isn't that some bloggers do to here to become popular and get most comments???

As you read the blogs sitting behind the safety of your keyboard, are you perpetually Mr/Mrs Hyde when posting (or bloging) or is the Jekyll in you on the prowl depending on what other people post?