Meeting up ...
Purely by what I have read on the public blogs, there are men and women who meet up with the much-discussed intention of serious zoobie zooms*. There are people who have got so close during their correspondence that the meeting is just the final step in a long-term relationship they both know will happen. There are people who lose their nerve and cancel at the last minute, and there are people almost breathless with hope that this time will be The One.Sometimes it is The One. Just, maybe, you hadn't specified the one what ...
Sometimes the one was eh, hang on, this is just coffee, right?
And sometimes one person is confidently expecting zoobie zooms and the other expecting a new acquaintance to compare stamp collections with . . . mixed signals. Oops.
One way and another I’ve met about 15 people off CS now and the ones that I wanted to meet because we are cyber buddies were GREAT. The three others, well, one meet was a disaster which didn’t get to the end of lunch, one turned into a series of LDR meetings before crashing and burning a year later, and one was another whole story altogether.
and for the last year or so I have stuck firmly to the buddy side of things. Taken me nearly 4 years on here to realize that people can meet just on the off-chance, with little or no expectations, they live not particularly far apart, why not
That’s the problem with being a closet romantic, I keep waiting on Prince Charming jerking the closet door open and telling me my pumpkin awaits. I assume everyone else does too so when I hear a meet went well I’m partly oh WOW they’re in love and partly green with envy because they’re so lucky .
Doh.
Just as soon as I wash the plaster out my hair and scrub off the paint freckles I’m writing back to a few locals in my new location who had suggested meeting up for coffee. At the time I had been meh, that's going nowhere, pass. Now I just expect a cup of coffee
And maybe a few hair-raising stories to pass on, that’s a popular blog subject too . . .
*zoobie zooms? bonking.
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Anyone said red wine ?
Second glass, I get affectionate
Maybe we should start a red wine club and all chaperon each other. Turning the occasional understanding blind eye
Please don't say that, I really try to follow the rules, it;s just that it's so hard sometimes...and when I break a rule, it usually worth it, no regrets so far
Biff, I can handle my alcohol, no need of a chaperone
We're all in touch with our inner teenager when it comes to things we probably shouldn't do
Just think how much fun I could be having if there was some fairly responsible person ready to intervene and take away the glass and say Biff, think this through, time you were pointed at a less dangerous person
I don't have beer goggles, but I suspect I have a wine lorgnette
Hang on, fairly responsible person - okay, you're off the hook
Or of course a few glasses of red wine and let the chips fall where they may - may the best man win -
You can't pray for a new love, you can't pray for an old one to be put together, you can't pray for a specific person to love you ...
Every church would be standing room only for every service if you could
I've been struggling for 9 hours (since you posted this blog) to find out what the "zoobie zooms" means. Still not find it.
But then I can't be too fussy, I'm at least one sandwich short of a full picnic myself.
Yes totally a numbers game
I must be delirious. So many emojis this early in the morning.
Did you know that for every emoji you post in CS an angle is born in heaven.
Also some Idiot posts a face book chain link saying something similar plus
"like and share if you believe in Angels."
Love you too
See?
Hey, I don't like dating at all really
I like being in a relationship, but not all the initial steps
I think I should live in the East and be matchmade for a few goats and sheep instead
It would be way easier if someone else did all the difficult matching work and reference checking and stuff, then just introduced the two of you, showed you into a room, and locked the door for 6 hours. When they re-open the door you can zoom off in different directions or saunter out hand-in-hand -
There is a famous matchmaker here. He is in his 70s now, but his daughter has been working with him for years so probably will take over the service.
Maybe that is what you need
Molly
Biff
Ok bye! Gotta get back to Art now. I'm on my toilet break!
Love to Art
But still, ask him when you go for your appointment
Creating an album now and will send you the link, one or two beauties of you with lovely Art xx
Yer man, the matchmaker, works out of Lisdoonvarna, where there is a month-long matchmaking festival every September.
I was forced to go there once with a friend. I hated it. There would literally be a queue of men in front of you at all times
My friend loves it as she thrives on attention from men, any men.
Me, not so much.
Guess when I go to Spain on holidays now ?
Seriously, it was such an ordeal? I've never actually had to deal with a queue of men.
Ever tried speedating? My daughter went for a laugh once and said it was interesting. The idea curled me up a bit, my type of fascination needs a little longer to take hold
I am a slow-burner not a firework.
And yeah, the queues of men did my head in. I eventually made a deal with my friend that we would not stay standing in any one spot for more than 10 minutes. At least when we moved, we got a minute or two of respite before the onslaught began again.
They've been alone at sea in a rowboat for 3 days and finally see a big yacht, but about 6 sailors are leering and catcalling over the side.
The blonde said she wouldn't go aboard until the captain promised to guarantee her safety.
The brunette (that would be you) said she would row in the other direction as fast as she could.
The redhead didn't understand the problem
I should have made more of my time as a redhead, I suppose.
Can I be a red blonde?
She was also a redhead
Saw a lovely mug on the forum thread on redheads, something about redheads being sunshine and a little touch of hurricane.
We have our good points.
We have a lot of ye ginges over here yanno.
Unless I take drastic intervening action I will probably be a silver blonde in a year
You can buy it cheaply in the Moroccan shop in Almu
In my boarding school days we would rinse our hair with either gentian violet (purple) or mercurochrome (red) for our fortnightly exeants. We also ironed our hair and bathed in permangonate of potash to turn brown.
We were weird, I think.
What emerged was peely-wally white with frizzy uncoloured hair.
and sometimes the potash crystals hadn't dissolved properly and we had black marks on our situpons.
Ah, the good old days.
Wrap your hair in plastic and leave it on overnight
As for the rest of the stuff you used to do to your hair....
Wow, I use that stuff on the farm to combat diarrhea in chickens