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I truly don't know if I'm summing some of my past experiences up in the proper manner. I find many (not all) persons (females) that originate from small countries have a huge ego (I wont say problem)
Not all but I have even found a few from New Zealand, Lithuania and a few other smallish countries, quite arrogant and easily upset if you, the outsider, accidentally misinterpret googles facts. I actually find it quite funny at times.
My conclusion is that just possibly I don't have the same patriotic feeling for my own country as they have for theirs. Thus automatically making you enemy #1.
I try to let them understand that its unimportant for me to know just how good and faithful and beautiful etc etc most ladies are that hail from their country. Big mistake....This attitude triggers a response from them that clearly states: "Don't try and worm your way out of this one, you are guilty of treason, so be glad you don't get shot"



At this stage I say Goodbye.

Sad thing about this is that some of them are fantastic all the way until I err.

Sometimes a man just cannot win. Period.

we all know that in todays modern world ,that women should be treated as equals ,especially in the work environment where they are doing the same work as men,
that said ,,so this is my question , should a woman share the cost of a date ,and by date i do not mean the first date ,
obviously if you both hit it off and wish to meet up again then surely it is only right that you share the costs ,,,
why do i ask this ,well it seems that quite a few women believe this is not the way it should be ,,,
so i am interested to know what you people out there think about this ,,,,,
i have my own thoughts and situations where by i have encountered both sides of this issue ,which i shall add further info on in the comments ,,
so over to you peeps ,,,,,

---Not sure if I can spell it. But supposedly it means extraordinary. A new hottie friend is from hippy town Yang shao, and while her English is great, the rest of her immigrant family here speak mostly Mandarin.
So, shamelessly to ingratiate myself, I'm looking here for help translating this word. And not merely into something like "awesome", or "great". But an extra long word for the same. Same as in the film, and as in describing Kepler's astronomy.
Alas, FFF will jump at the chance, being my devoted main man crusher on CS, but I hope he can resist this mild trance induction, and his need to brag/impress. Fake is fake is fake. No? And sadly, some of my racist friends have asked why I couldn't try to get a real (?White?) GF. Some will know what I mean. Regrettable. But I digress.
I know a similar longest real word in German. But wouldn't mind hearing of one in French, Spanish and Portuguese as well. CC likely will know a word in all five tongues.
Thanks, All.
Can't make any of this stuff up. Not hardly. Why try?

So he's got the same zodiac Sun & Moon signs that I do.
His Mercury is also retrograding in Capricorn, JUST like mine.

*The yoUniverse is tryn it's damnedest to cringe my a$$ out.

He's like another me, only in a body 11 years older than mine.
He's not hot, but he's not ugly either . . .he reminds me of
Billybob Thorton (honestly the best lookin guy Angelina was with
- cuz her taste in men SUX)

Anyway, this guy is swiftly becoming my new bestie. We've already
chatted on Zoom once; that lasted F I V E hours. Not joking.
We were having such a great time talking, didn't wanna hang up.
Sh*t it was like 6 AM here, when I hung up.

He's a sweetheart, and fun to be in his company. However, there's
no Tantra. I can't fall in love with him; we'd just be besties, for life I
guess.

That's not a relationship I want. I DO want my partner to be my
best friend, but I want to be attracted to him and for there to be
an ability to exchange sensual energies with one another.

I just can't BE WITH some dude that has no tantra education or
experience.

Most dating sites I've been a member of have rules for photos.
No nudity (including guys bare torsos showing off muscles) one person in the photo, face shot where the person must be clearly recognizable, no children, no display of weapons, etc.

That doesn't stop people from doing what they want and not what's listed in the requirements.

A feature that was on POF allowed members a chance to view random photos uploaded by other members. It was amazing to see what people tried to get away with on their profiles. I believe if you flagged a photo it went on a list for the staff to review.

Tattoos for example. I suppose if you were an inkaholic posting only photos of your tattoos and none of your face is your calling card in life.

Your face obscured by smoke billowing out of your nostrils while you're holding a reefer is a clear sign what you are and your bait for what you are interested in.

Another form of bait is a photo of an older woman with her young, attractive daughter in the foreground. I'm sure she gets lots of hits that way as guys will check out the daughter and then bypass the profile of an older woman... that is unless guys are thinking that by getting to meet mom, there's a chance they can actually get to meet her daughter!

Using the wrong type of bait could catch you the wrong kind of fish.

Such a drug is love. It makes me imagine crazy things. Like my beloved laying across a chaise lounge chair as I fan him with a palm leaf, while feeding him grapes.

‘Tis an intoxication I wish never to sober from. Life, be NOT cruel and permit me to stay this way. In these clouds in the kingdom of god. For to love another person IS to SEE the very face of our creator. Love is the driving force that brings all things into being.

Of course the sensations and experiences from the intoxicants can be blamed on the Hypothalamus, which for a nerd is just as arousing and romantic a thought (for the Sapiosexual). To imagine this beautiful little pump inside the brain squeezing out teeny weeny peptide ticklers, to fill our tummies with butterflies, our hearts with the sensation of fluttering, ungrounding us in a dizzying whirl of exquisite delight.

I am so drunk on this man, I yield openly with no resistance, for I want to stay the distance in this bliss and drown in the blinding light and ecstasy he hath smitten me with.

Aye.

Upload me. Integrate me. Let me dissolve INTO you. Be ONE with your being. Experience the sacred beauty that is the enigma of you. My heart has been whisked away in your luminous splendor. Deeper, ever down the rabbit hole of love . . .take me; and be this a dream, dare not wake me.

There is m o r e, sooo very much more; and expansive infinity of wonder and joy. I cannot fathom how even to bring these things into the words of our human language. To translate these experiences . . .these feelings. All I can do is just BE . . .in the moment.

*le sigh*

© December 29, 2020, L. Karriem

Hi guys!
My name is Peter. Let me tell you about a love story that goes back to 1990. I met this beautiful Swedish girl when I was on business in London UK back in 1990. Sitting at the hotel bar after close of business that day, my eyes came into contact with a lady who could have been a pin up movie star.
I just had to speak to her and started up a conversation.
She only had a couple of drinks and we decided to go to the park next to Earls court. It was breath taking to sit with a lady who listened to me, in turn we both had so many questions for each other.
I knew that from the first moment we saw each other, I had fallen in love with this Swedish girl.
After one of the most beautiful nights in our lives, we said goodbye the next day as she was flying back to Sweden, I was due to go back to Scotland at the end of the week.
I promised to call her and did a few times when I arrived back in Scotland. The fifth time I called her, a young child answered the phone and could not speak English. I said best I could.* Tell your mom I will telephone Friday* When that Friday came, I was heart broken. The number was no longer connected. With the UK and Swedish operator figuring out that there was no forwarding address number.
I met a lady in Scotland and we had a relation ship for 18 years until she ended up with my best friend.
After a while I thought it was time to date again.
All those years later, cell phones and online computers were all the rage.
A few short relationships later, I decided to try online dating.
One day, I came home from work and saw a couple people had viewed my profile on Connecting singles.
When I looked at the second one, this picture of a beautiful looking woman, mature in years like me. She was pulling my eyes to her picture. There was something about her that I was drawn to.
I think it was two days later when I had a message from her. She just wanted to know if I was the Peter she met in London in 1990!!!!
WOW! You could have knocked me down with a feather.
Yeppers! It was Veronica.
10 days later she flew over to Edinboro and I fell in love all over again. She told me I was the only one night stand she had ever had. LOL. Technically.
We ended up with her moving to Scotland and my home. That was in 2012. On September 21st 2013, we married. ( See Picture on my profile. )
Last year after having cancer for the third and fourth time, she didn't have any fight left in her. She passed away in front of me.
I loved her to bits and still do. Now I have to get on with life and living. I have cried honest tears. Grieved hard, but, now I am starting to laugh and live again.
What better place to come back to than Connecting singles, where beautiful things can and do happen.
In the end, I was given some beautiful years with a woman that I thought I would never be with. I was also part of the solution, not the problem with what she had in the cancer.
Love sometimes finds a way. In my case, It did. It was fate!
I am young at heart at 64 years old. My mind is of a 30 year old, but my body reminds me I am not lol.
Thank you for taking time to read this. Thank you connecting singles.

.....Now's the time to fess up. Most of us can recall our first (or for some here, thousanth), episode of unrequited love. What went on in our heads and in our hearts? Was it a growth experience?
What better time than Saint V's day for the job. So I'll go first. What valour, if I must say so meself, which I always manage to do.
I've already mentioned that snooty little R. in HS, who always beat me at maths. Well, on reflection, it was more a case of puppy love, even at ages 15. I got to sit next to her hottie Yiddish bottom on the bus trip to and from NYC for our annual theater visit. Few will believe it, but these were days well before my ability to charm to the core with gut ripping humour, and such. So how much fun could it have been? 8 hours in total. And the teacher chaperone, who was on to me, sitting right nearby. Reminded one of Father Ben Dover, who loved to walk about at our CYO dances, tapping shoulders, if these were too close.
But several years later, in the dormitory, where just that year (1969), the admin began to allow ladies in for a few "visiting" hours weekly conjugal visits. Test balloon if there ever was one.
Two hottie tarts from the neighboring 22 story ladies dorm were on our floor, no doubt sniffing about. And right in front of my door, one of our mates had a brief grand mal seizure. Here was the floor clown, writhing on the floor, his silly boy role no doubt a reaction to his epilepsy, about which none of us knew anything. We see the same dynamic here, in this case masquerading as bragadocio, for fake life failure. But I digress.
Well, the gathering crowd were all standing around laughing. Toby was just being Toby, to impress the females. But one lady and I knelt down next to him to try to comfort and protect, neither really knowing what to do for Toby-man.
Now I had been hot on this girl for some time. A Daughters of the American Revolution high cheekboned, lovely debutante, of English extraction. And a much older first year graduate student in art. Word got around that she thought the world of me, for being the only one as compassionate as she believed herself to be. The little John Bircher.
Of course, this being the total initial opposite of unrequited admiration, I was smitten. Involved for the year, and many letters back and forth (no email), after I left for foreign study. I actually flew back over the mid semester, claiming family ties, but mostly for her.
Well, our first date was to the Campus Center weekly half dollar movie. 2001. a Space Odyssey. Both drenched in MJ. A year later, when she dumped me for another, I was devastated, but finally recovered. This last item calls for much comment, but I'll just here note how it all started, as the elements were all there. Mom image older sort, vastly different in terms of home culture, who paid attention to me (not one of real mommy's strengths, due to a jealous dad), and saying she would keep her powder dry in my absence. Lots more, but at the time, I thought it not possible to experience more day in/day out pain---for a few months. Felt it even in my bosom. WTF?
Who hasn't been THERE, Saint V??

Lately I find myself liking older men. Younger men(tater tots) are such a joke. Just last night I went out with one. I went to go watch him play sax. I drove all the way across town and he didn’t even offer me a drink. Instead he hits on another lady across the way and offers her a drink. Hello! I’m right here! It gets better. Then I tip him and his piano player. Afterwards we went to Denny’s and I was talking about my sister. He goes oh show me a picture! So I do. He goes oh man she’s hot. I’m thinking what am I to you? Minced meat?! I was super angry when I got home. Told him I didn’t want to see him again. The thing I give older men credit for is that they have passed the mid-life crisis stage and have accepted life as is. This guy was a total joke! Treated me with great disrespect for no reason. And plus I paid for my portion at Denny’s. He didn’t offer there either! Okay, he did but complained about the bill being big because of what I ordered. He’s a douchebag and a half. They need to make a television show called Two and a Half douchebags. He’ll be the douchebag and a half.