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So, some nice looking gal on here (No, I won't out her ), who is fairly local to me, asked me if I would like to have virtual sx (add an e) with her.

So, I asked her, if she meant virtuous sx.
I also said "I never have sx with anyone before I meet them in person".


Seriously, you never know who is on the other end of the line and whether you are being recorded or not. Just say "no" to virtual sx.
Now, there's a cause the first lady may want to consider backing.
"Be Best" in this case could have a whole different meaning.

It was a fairly nice day here in NJ today. I shared a bike ride with a lovely lady.
Of course, being a gentleman I let the lady go first.
It was great exercise, got my heart rate up, and
I have to say, that I truly enjoyed the natural scenery along the way.

Why do you want to fly black bird? I want to reach the sky. Why do you want to fly black bird? I have gold I want to reach. Why do you want to fly black bird? I want to feel the wind beneath my wings. Why do you want to fly black bird? I was born to fly. Why do you want to fly black bird when i pick your feathers out? If a caterpillar can fly then so can I. You may have pick my feathers out but I will grow new ones. I was born with wings so I will fly, fly away into the evening sky. Why do u want to fly black bird? Why do you want to fly?because I was bborn to fly....

Your are so cute

She slept with wolves without fear, for the wolves knew a lion was among them.

She was never crazy. She just didn't let her heart settle in a cage. She was born wild, and sometimes we need people like her. For it's the horrors in her heart which cause the flame in ours, and she was always willing to burn for everything she has ever loved.

"True Beauty is kindness! It is in a smile you share, it is the helpful hand, the kind heart, the forgiving heart, the inspirational voice! Beauty is inside you, not what you look like! It is so much deeper!! Showing our hearts and sharing it is beautiful!"

a face without freckles is like a sky without stars, plain and boring!

Dear Beautiful Women
Women are Beautiful Cute Sweet Angels Women are wonderful Treat women with Love and Respect and women will love that well I Have no Girlfriend but I Love Women so Much I will get a Girlfriend soon but Treat women Right they will love it honey can I make you coffee or go and do Yoga or a Day at the Local Spar xoxo Dave

It's apparently fun reading blogs in CS that I even forgot I've been reading random posts for more than an hour...OMG! It's awesome reading them even with the realization that I am truly inexperienced in this walk of life yet.
From venus to mars, there's no way am gonna trade it. Both have there points to tell and points to negate if need be.
Somewhat it's educational... :D Realistic stories to read and to ponder upon are here to enlighten the neophytes. kkk
Indeed beautiful people are those who have gotten through life's blows and still be able to impart the value of optimism.
I therefore say, people who have been broken and been through a lot are the ones we could say great teachers and advisers for they will never cling on to the ideal scenarios they go directly to facts verbatim...they never judge instead they encourage. They never bully instead they try to lift one's spirit.

Thank you!:)

A great journey in search of happiness everyone..

The Expressivity of the bloom is captured within the strain of the Blossoming Rose. A Melancholic hue fills the foyer of my mind as I tease my transfixed stare with the temptations of pressing upon the thorns a bit harder with each passing stroke as I caress the stem of the Rose. Each leaf dangling there slowly losing its life as it gives all that it has left for the life of what’s more than just a flower. And in my baneful selfishness I contemplate the idea of being in control as I press harder upon the thorns as I contemplate the girl, I am about to give this Rose to. Like the wick of an old lantern that holds what oil is left within it My hope for satisfying her every desire steadily burns within me yet to an end that will come at a time unknown. Yet like the wrecking ball that tears through structures to make way for new foundations courage beckons me to think not of the thorns or the temptations to earn the right of giving, by bleeding there upon them, I am swayed into a luring motion of handing the rose out to her awaiting her quick yet soft embrace of its profound beauty. In my mind the Rose crumbles to dust and ash. Yet in my hand it remains intact ever so vibrant in its warming majestic glow, of Natures endless words, of a love unspoken. And I with trembling knees extend my arm and hand, the Rose leaning towards her as if it was thirsting for the light of the sun. Yet I am poor and can't afford to buy a rose, so I go and pick a Dandelion instead. What Love I have I'd long to give, if I could but afford that which would by grace express it. And then with a saddened repose I swallow my saliva as if it were a melancholic wine to savor, for I hath no one to give the Dandelion to for the girl I'd long to love I had only imagined. Was I a fool for the imagery or a romanticist for the motions? I felt grieved with resentment for it was pointless to pick the Dandelion. Yet for some reason I began to smile as I realized the Dandelion carried within it many many seeds to spread forth its life anew: or maybe, I could just kiss her hand.