Strictly speaking, I miss being in a LDR. All those texts and messages and chatting on skype and cramming an entire relationship into an hour or two a day: planning the next holiday together, sharing virtual lives, it’s a rush. Anyone who’s been in a fun LDR knows exactly what I mean. It seems so intense, but really it isn’t too time-consuming at all. A blast of heat to warm the rest of the day, a week together here and there to feel thoroughly decadent, nice.
When you’re seeing someone (relatively) local and he wants to be together every weekend, what's that all about?
Back off, mate, I need space.
Can't believe I'm saying this (I HATE flying) but I think I’m back in the market for an LDR. I really must look to see if there’s a website that specializes in those, offering fellas who are fun, interesting, able to write lucidly, sound and look good on skype, and want to be in touch every day, no matter how briefly. Plus of course be good company during those times when LD becomes CU.
Now how do I word that in my profile without sounding decidedly dodgy and scammerish?
I'm going to add comments as I think of things, but feel free to squeeze a word in edgeways, especially if you have good suggestions for the perfect LDR.
Actually, a fruit salad.
Well, mostly grapes.
OK, all grapes.
Fermented grapes.
Wine.
I've got wine for dinner.
(not my own - thanks to Elephant Food on Facebook)
There are always blogs about what should we be doing, saying, or NOT doing / saying, in our relentless hunt for lurve, but I can't remember if anyone has mentioned voices.
New start in the office has long platinum blonde hair, good figure, looks like serious competition for the very few guys around the building, huh.
Then she opens her mouth. Voice like a buzzsaw crossed with a raven.
and she talks all the time. Across everyone else, too, never listens.
If this bird ever loses her voice she will have more male attention than she can handle but in the meantime, not surprising she's single. Or does voice not matter to most people?
A bad voice, or a terrible accent, matters to me, but no-one has mentioned it on a blog, that I've noticed anyway.
I was interested enough to ask. I do have an accent, and I know it puts some people off straight away, mainly because it is immediately obvious I'm not Scottish, but others like it (for the same reason
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Medical studies have made an important breakthrough after some international research.
Orientals eat very little fat, and suffer fewer heart-attacks than the English-speaking races
The French eat a lot of fat, and suffer fewer heart-attacks than the English-speaking races
The Italians drink a lot of red wine and suffer fewer heart-attacks than the English-speaking races
Germans drink a lot of beer, eat a lot of fatty sausages, and suffer fewer heart-attacks than the English-speaking races
The conclusion is obvious. Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is what kills you.
As I type this, photographs of beautiful women are clustered around the blog frame. I could date chinese women, I am being offered 5 or 6 beauties right here on CS, and there are some lovelies at the bottom of the page as well.
Excuse me while I go cut my throat in the face of all this competition. Have my settings just changed, or is this new?
And CS website designers, um, couple of women bloggers here as well. Some male totty would be nice. Just saying.
Saw a seriously dishy guy today during long airport wait - our eyes met, we half-smiled, did that thing, you know, where you widen your eyes slightly oooh you look interesting. He was with someone, though, her back turned, very slender, VERY brown. When she turned round she was so sunbeaten and wrinkled she looked 90 but the main thing that spoiled her looks was the fading black eye.
Funny, he suddenly didn't look so good either.
I met a surprising number of women on this holiday who moved to Spain with a guy, it went sour, but they've stayed. Also met a couple who met online 9 years ago, married, and look great and happy. I mention that because they were a little older than I am now when they met. Nice to know it can happen and there ARE keepers out there!
That sort of makes up for the thumpers. That's why I told both stories.
This ever happen to anyone else, you spot a profile and think ooh. Then you read the profile carefully. OOH. Not only ticks your boxes, but when you look at what they want, you tick theirs.
1) they don't respond to you trampling oh so discreetly over their WVM list (or to your flower or message)
2) they look at your profile but don't get in touch
2 3) they respond politely 2 or 3 days later saying basically good luck finding someone, it ain't me babe.
WHAT? BUT WE'RE SOUL MATES!
Yup I'm throwing in a last blog because I may be offline for a few days. Or a week. Or, who knows, forever. Could meet the perfect fella out there in the next week, after all. Good company, fun, sexy, okay-looking, tall, reasonably bright, and, this is the only bit I can't (modestly) match, rich. You never know.
Oh, and he'll instantly recognize that we are perfect for each other. That bit is quite important.
Last night I activated my euro card, and got an automated phone call giving me the PIN. I wrote it down carefully.
Today I cleaned house like a whirling dervish, then went upstairs to pack my bits and bobs ready for my euro holiday. I put the card in my travel purse and then thought hmm, where's the PIN.
Tidy desk. BULGING bin bag.
No worries. Good grief, my memory would really be slipping if I couldn't remember a simple number for 24 hours. 9925, that was it. But just to be on the safe side - went to the ATM and asked for my balance. The ATM said politely that it couldn't help me and returned my card.
So then I unpacked the entire bin bag and finally found the piece of paper which said - 9925. You sodding evil foul nasty crappy ATM, gonna get you. And your little dog, too.
It's all a plot, you know. Machinery is out to get us. Skynet is imminent and no-one knows where John Connor is. Just saying.
Memory challenge, just for fun. Did you notice both films I referenced? Okay, you'd maybe have to be pretty old to remember the first ...
Even better if you could you use a quote or reference from a film in a comment
Saturday is never a good day to blog so I am hoping rather than expecting responses. I've just gone into a buying partnership in a small way with lovely man-friend who has played the market for decades (longer even than I have known him) and $$ signs are dancing in my eyes.
Did make me wonder if there are others who dabble or for that matter plow right in, here on CS. I know of one very together lady here who works in the biz and hinted at her that I would love tips. She hinted right back that I could forget it
Actually seems to me any ways that anyone knows of making (or okay gambling) extra cash would be of great interest to most of us.
I was struck by the truth of this. Plus I loved the film. So hopefully it will make you laugh too.
I promised myself, no more blogs for a while. PROMISED myself. But I have a particularly busy weekend coming up for once, and a holiday almost immediately afterwards, so you WILL have a break from my incessant blethering.
Feel free to use the blog as a chance to pass on more priceless advice. It's all friendly ammunition in the war between the sexes.
Why, WHY, go looking for more frogs to kiss when you already met someone? Don’t we join singles website to meet someone special, to buy a ticket in the love lottery and hope to hit the jackpot? Okay, not every ticket pays out, not every date rings the bell, and a lot of princes and princesses are depressingly slimy and croaky in the flesh.
But if you’ve met someone and you’re seeing them regularly, it’s looking good, and more to the point, they trust you, STOP FCUKING AROUND.
There ARE people here who are openly in relationships, enjoy the blogs, and are utterly trustworthy. There are others who simply cannot resist temptation, and if you are one of those, remove it altogether. GO. Leave CS, leave singles websites altogether, tell the truth when others flirt with you, give your relationship a proper chance.
I do, we all do, wish you all the best luck in the world if you do
Oi. This is not about me!!!! I am single heart-free and very available
And yes
have a tendency to interfere and give advice. But no other major faults. Cross my heart
If you want honesty, give honesty
If you want respect, give respect
If you want kindness, be kind
If you want true friends, be a true friend.
If you want trust, be trustworthy
Wouldn't it be nice if that was all it took? Give, and you shall receive, measure upon measure, life piled on life.
Oh well, we can dream.
Be true to yourself, because you are the only person you have to live with. And maybe, just maybe, the Beatles are right ...
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