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hotguy69?
U BLOCKED ME CONTACTING U,IM BAFFLED,WE CHATTED FOR A BIT,I WISHED U WELL,being nice gets me nowhere......
UPSET....
BECAUSE OF MY OPINIONS IN MANY BLOGS I HAV BEEN JUDGED AS RUDE AND NOT A NICE PERSON,VVVVVVVVVVVVV UNFAIR,I KNOW A FEW PEOPLE IN HERE AND THEY CAN TELL U,IM NOT WHAT THESE MEMBERS THINK I AM..PITY PEOPLE JUDGE SO QUICKLY.......
Lyric writer/poetry
Looking for someone to write/add music,play and sing country love songs prefered music,of the 1960,s to 1970,s music.
Consider other love song music.
Because of high costs,its a case of 50/50 only,where no money upfront from either of us,but if suitable music,can sign to state that its 50/50 if songs successful.
I live in cornwall.
Consider other love song music.
Because of high costs,its a case of 50/50 only,where no money upfront from either of us,but if suitable music,can sign to state that its 50/50 if songs successful.
I live in cornwall.
STUFF GUYS SHOULD KNOW (part 3)
And finally...If you tell us you're going to call tomorrow morning, then call tomorrow morning! We will constantly be checking our phone, afraid we'll miss the call, obsessing over it. Do us and yourself a favor and call when you say you will. We will take it out on you if you keep us waiting, because it sucks, and we don't like to be messed with. If you don't know when you're going to be able to call, then don't tell us a time. Don't tell us you'll call. Surprise us instead. We'd rather be surprised than kept waiting around.
Sorry to have done this in three parts. There are too many size limits for long winded people like me. LOL
Sorry to have done this in three parts. There are too many size limits for long winded people like me. LOL
STUFF GUYS SHOULD KNOW (part 1)
Actions speak louder than words.
Saying something sweet might get you off the hook. DOING something sweet will always get you off the hook.
We lose interest quickly if you lead us on, but never take action.
Patience is a virtue. We know what we're doing.
This is how we see it...Don't call = Don't Care.
Which also means that if we don't call, take the hint.
If you don't call us, we will spend hours thinking about why you never called. Eventually coming to the conclusion that we don't like you anymore.
We like it when you chase us.
If you forget our birthday, we'll probably forget your name.
We like excitement in our lives.
We will never have enough bags or shoes!
Most women don't want to be just your "friend with benefits."
We reserve the right to hate all of your ex-girlfriends.
Being drunk is not an excuse for ANY of your actions!
We aren't asking for you to spill your heart, but some information about what’s going on in that head of yours, is nice every once in a while.
We like it when you're tender, but don't lose your masculinity.
Sensitive guys are great...but crying more than we do in a movie just isn't cool.
Eye contact is key.
If we're walking beside you, hold our hand. It'll make us feel special.
If you ask nicely, we usually answer the same way.
We love (sweet) surprises!
Three words...honesty, honesty, honesty.
Being a bit jealous/protective is awesome, because it shows you care. Just don't overdo it!
You don't have to spend a lot, if it means a lot.
We love it when relationships are old fashioned and romantic.
Your way is not always the right way. Learn to say "I was wrong"
Unless you're Dale Earnhardt Jr., we're just as capable to drive as you are.
When you smile at us, it may mean only a little to you, but it means the world to us. We don't take the little things for granted.
If we tease you and laugh while saying it, this is a form of flirting. We probably like you!
We like it when you hold us when we're crying. It's good to feel loved and safe.
There’s a big difference between being nice to other women, and flirting.
We know when you talk about us behind our backs. Don't be two faced.
Anything you do or say to another woman that you wouldn't want us to know about is considered cheating.
If you don't act like soap-opera guys, don't expect us to dress like Victoria Secret models.
If you're developing such good finger skills playing video games, you better put them to good use sometimes.
Foreplay is not an option...it's a pre-requisite.
Flowers don't always make up for mistakes, but we love to get them when we least expect it.
Saying something sweet might get you off the hook. DOING something sweet will always get you off the hook.
We lose interest quickly if you lead us on, but never take action.
Patience is a virtue. We know what we're doing.
This is how we see it...Don't call = Don't Care.
Which also means that if we don't call, take the hint.
If you don't call us, we will spend hours thinking about why you never called. Eventually coming to the conclusion that we don't like you anymore.
We like it when you chase us.
If you forget our birthday, we'll probably forget your name.
We like excitement in our lives.
We will never have enough bags or shoes!
Most women don't want to be just your "friend with benefits."
We reserve the right to hate all of your ex-girlfriends.
Being drunk is not an excuse for ANY of your actions!
We aren't asking for you to spill your heart, but some information about what’s going on in that head of yours, is nice every once in a while.
We like it when you're tender, but don't lose your masculinity.
Sensitive guys are great...but crying more than we do in a movie just isn't cool.
Eye contact is key.
If we're walking beside you, hold our hand. It'll make us feel special.
If you ask nicely, we usually answer the same way.
We love (sweet) surprises!
Three words...honesty, honesty, honesty.
Being a bit jealous/protective is awesome, because it shows you care. Just don't overdo it!
You don't have to spend a lot, if it means a lot.
We love it when relationships are old fashioned and romantic.
Your way is not always the right way. Learn to say "I was wrong"
Unless you're Dale Earnhardt Jr., we're just as capable to drive as you are.
When you smile at us, it may mean only a little to you, but it means the world to us. We don't take the little things for granted.
If we tease you and laugh while saying it, this is a form of flirting. We probably like you!
We like it when you hold us when we're crying. It's good to feel loved and safe.
There’s a big difference between being nice to other women, and flirting.
We know when you talk about us behind our backs. Don't be two faced.
Anything you do or say to another woman that you wouldn't want us to know about is considered cheating.
If you don't act like soap-opera guys, don't expect us to dress like Victoria Secret models.
If you're developing such good finger skills playing video games, you better put them to good use sometimes.
Foreplay is not an option...it's a pre-requisite.
Flowers don't always make up for mistakes, but we love to get them when we least expect it.
DAT BEATS ALL!!
IV BEEN BLOCKED TO SEND MAIL TO A MEMBER IN UK,WELL DATS SAYS IT ALL BOUT .............SOMEONE WHO WAS TALKIN TO ME LASTWEEK,COME OFF UR HIGH HORSE BOT AND GROW A PAIR,PROVES MY POINT RE ANOTHER BLOG RE GUYS AND SHALLOWNESS RE LOOKS...THANKS 
A thought of reminiscence
As my eyes were about having closure on the day that just passed by, a lonely tear drops by. It took my right eye by surprise and left my eyelids wondering why???
As this strange and lonely tear,,, gradually voyage along my cheek,,, a thought of reminiscence invaded my peace.
Even though that my mind was in total shutdown, my lips started to whisper that name. My ears did not hear that name but all my thoughts kneel in grace for such reminiscence. Slowly my chest took long and deep breath as if it was its last with sound of sob shattering the silence of darkness that held my eyes in captivity.
Yet, within such gloomy mood, a song of ecstasy started to play by the strange and lonely tear. It was then and only then, everything started to make sense. My lips moved to smile, my eyelashes shivered into dance and my cheek embraced this strange and lonely, yet happy tear.
So you see, even though you are too far away from my reach, in my arms as well as my memories, your thought will always make me smile no matter how much this world around me is dark and gloomy without you.
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As this strange and lonely tear,,, gradually voyage along my cheek,,, a thought of reminiscence invaded my peace.
Even though that my mind was in total shutdown, my lips started to whisper that name. My ears did not hear that name but all my thoughts kneel in grace for such reminiscence. Slowly my chest took long and deep breath as if it was its last with sound of sob shattering the silence of darkness that held my eyes in captivity.
Yet, within such gloomy mood, a song of ecstasy started to play by the strange and lonely tear. It was then and only then, everything started to make sense. My lips moved to smile, my eyelashes shivered into dance and my cheek embraced this strange and lonely, yet happy tear.
So you see, even though you are too far away from my reach, in my arms as well as my memories, your thought will always make me smile no matter how much this world around me is dark and gloomy without you.
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Thank you....
Very encouraging comments received for my latest blog which is so sincere and helpful. It lights me up and get back strength to keep on searching.
He didn't call me the 2nd week now and I have to know well he didn't miss me at all as if you miss someone you always want to give her a call whenever possible. Is it true? To me it's very true.
Though I got mails in my mailbox here, but all of them are thousands miles away, I've no idea how can it work. I do not want distant love anymore... as I know well it cannot work at all. But so few male members in my location and most of them are very young and for fun. Will there be miracle for me to come across with my Mr. Right at my old age? I feel quite hopeless indeed.
Still love the blog site here to get so warm advise and sharing.
As I do not know how to "click" to write back a note to the comment received, I would like to convey my heartiest gratitude to all of you who send comment to me. Thank you so much my dear friends.
He didn't call me the 2nd week now and I have to know well he didn't miss me at all as if you miss someone you always want to give her a call whenever possible. Is it true? To me it's very true.
Though I got mails in my mailbox here, but all of them are thousands miles away, I've no idea how can it work. I do not want distant love anymore... as I know well it cannot work at all. But so few male members in my location and most of them are very young and for fun. Will there be miracle for me to come across with my Mr. Right at my old age? I feel quite hopeless indeed.
Still love the blog site here to get so warm advise and sharing.
As I do not know how to "click" to write back a note to the comment received, I would like to convey my heartiest gratitude to all of you who send comment to me. Thank you so much my dear friends.
I've Never Been To Me ( Charlene )
Hey lady, you lady, cursing at your life
You're a discontented mother and a regimented wife
I've no doubt you dream about the things you'll never do
But, I wish someone had talked to me
Like I wanna talk to you.....
Oh, I've been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could run
I took the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
I've been to paradise but I've never been to me
Please lady, please lady, don't just walk away
'Cause I have this need to tell you why I'm all alone today
I can see so much of me still living in your eyes
Won't you share a part of a weary heart that has lived million lies....
Oh, I've been to Niece and the Isle of Greece while I've sipped champagne on a yacht
I've moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed 'em what I've got
I've been undressed by kings and I've seen some things that a woman ain't supposed to see
I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me
Hey, you know what paradise is?
It's a lie, a fantasy we create about people and places as we'd like them to be
But you know what truth is?
It's that little baby you're holding, it's that man you fought with this morning
The same one you're going to make love with tonight
That's truth, that's love......
Sometimes I've been to crying for unborn children that might have made me complete
But I took the sweet life, I never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet
I've spent my life exploring the subtle whoring that costs too much to be free
Hey lady......
I've been to paradise, (I've been to paradise)
But I've never been to me
I am no longer free!!!!
I'm interested in people who are having spiritual awakening experiences and would love to hear about them if you would like to share.
I have recently gone through a big change in my life or that is what my ego would have me believe, but in a way I have found my trueself.
I have always been searching spiritually and interested in different religions but nothing ever really made sense and I could never really grasp the meanings although sometimes I believed I had. Only to find that I would soon be suffering so to speak with negative emotions and a fragile mind.
I just wanted to be free from it all but I did not know how, i was to the point of desperation and then something came about that was unspeakable, it was more of a knowing. One morning after heavy drinking I woke up in a state of joy and all past and future realites did not seem to matter anymore. I knew where I had to go and that this very moment in time so to speak, this present moment is all there ever is without even the words entering my mind.
I gave up so much but gained a whole lot more. I thought,I feel free. Free from what, what is. And "what is" I now realise many months on is that I do not have to be free as I originally wanted to be free.
My ego once told me I am free which suggested that I have found freedom from what I was but I now know I am what I am and there is nothing to be free from. Everything that happens is what is.
Emotion arises, the thought, the word FEAR arises. I look, I see, I rest awhile and let everything be and the ego falters amongst the silence and I am left with this amazing energy that vibrates and circles my very essence.
Pictures may rise now and again, the past, the future. But the past that my ego clings onto creates a story of longing and of untruths, of events that are not now, of half lies that tell a different story to try and make you unconscious of the present moment. But the past falls away so gently that the pictures were not even real to me anymore just a concoction of images, yes some true of what may have occurred in my life but NOW is all that matters and my so called past is no longer. It is really of no consequence. Though sometimes I awaken from this dream and realise with a smile that I had been unconscious. No anguish, just joy that I was back in this moment.
The future, worries, I look, I see, I rest awhile. There is only this moment, there will ever be only this moment and with this realization that is wordless the words fall apart, the silence becomes evident in this space of in tune harmonies. My ego tells me that I should be fearful and I watch how it comes in at another angle. The picture of a happy future but then the drawing of some negation, the pictures dissipate, rise and fall and I am left in silence allowing it all, but knowing, watching.
Then nothing, nothing but space in this timeless place of form, of energies, of things I once knew but now know not of. This moment, all new things flow continuously.
I sit on the bus, I am compelled to look at everything, to be in awe. To know that my old truths are untruths of this moment. To acknowledge the oneness of all that is around me, but not an acknowledgement of my ego but of what I am. To see myself as if in the middle of a circle of mirrors, looking back on myself in the silence. Then the rise and fall of watching the ego once more but it falls away as quickly as the streets go by one by one and I smile. I am not free anymore but free from the freedom of needing to be free.
I have recently gone through a big change in my life or that is what my ego would have me believe, but in a way I have found my trueself.
I have always been searching spiritually and interested in different religions but nothing ever really made sense and I could never really grasp the meanings although sometimes I believed I had. Only to find that I would soon be suffering so to speak with negative emotions and a fragile mind.
I just wanted to be free from it all but I did not know how, i was to the point of desperation and then something came about that was unspeakable, it was more of a knowing. One morning after heavy drinking I woke up in a state of joy and all past and future realites did not seem to matter anymore. I knew where I had to go and that this very moment in time so to speak, this present moment is all there ever is without even the words entering my mind.
I gave up so much but gained a whole lot more. I thought,I feel free. Free from what, what is. And "what is" I now realise many months on is that I do not have to be free as I originally wanted to be free.
My ego once told me I am free which suggested that I have found freedom from what I was but I now know I am what I am and there is nothing to be free from. Everything that happens is what is.
Emotion arises, the thought, the word FEAR arises. I look, I see, I rest awhile and let everything be and the ego falters amongst the silence and I am left with this amazing energy that vibrates and circles my very essence.
Pictures may rise now and again, the past, the future. But the past that my ego clings onto creates a story of longing and of untruths, of events that are not now, of half lies that tell a different story to try and make you unconscious of the present moment. But the past falls away so gently that the pictures were not even real to me anymore just a concoction of images, yes some true of what may have occurred in my life but NOW is all that matters and my so called past is no longer. It is really of no consequence. Though sometimes I awaken from this dream and realise with a smile that I had been unconscious. No anguish, just joy that I was back in this moment.
The future, worries, I look, I see, I rest awhile. There is only this moment, there will ever be only this moment and with this realization that is wordless the words fall apart, the silence becomes evident in this space of in tune harmonies. My ego tells me that I should be fearful and I watch how it comes in at another angle. The picture of a happy future but then the drawing of some negation, the pictures dissipate, rise and fall and I am left in silence allowing it all, but knowing, watching.
Then nothing, nothing but space in this timeless place of form, of energies, of things I once knew but now know not of. This moment, all new things flow continuously.
I sit on the bus, I am compelled to look at everything, to be in awe. To know that my old truths are untruths of this moment. To acknowledge the oneness of all that is around me, but not an acknowledgement of my ego but of what I am. To see myself as if in the middle of a circle of mirrors, looking back on myself in the silence. Then the rise and fall of watching the ego once more but it falls away as quickly as the streets go by one by one and I smile. I am not free anymore but free from the freedom of needing to be free.
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