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I am a man who believes a woman needs to at all times feel that she is the most beautiful woman in the world and that no other woman exists.

It is disrespectful to be with a woman and to look at other woman. The beautiful woman you are with needs to feel beautiful all the time and she needs to know that she will always be the one the I will always have eyes for.

A woman needs to be asked what all of her needs are, feelings are, dreams are, and everything she needs and it is important to do everything for her to fulfill her in every way.

A woman always needs to know that I will always be loyal and faithful to her and she will feel she is the only one I want for the rest of my life.

Listnening and communication is very important to make a relationship forever lasting. The woman should never feel she should ever keep any anything secret about her past, presentk or future. She will always know she can tell me everything and that I will listen and care for everything she tells me she should never be afriad to cry or show any other emotions in front of me.

Just calculate how happy is your life at the moment....

And try to take a few minutes to flash back how was your life in a few years behind...

I'm sure you will surprised how God amazingly already changed your life into better...

You got your soulmate, you got kids, or maybe you got a new better job...

This is LIFE...

And I'm sure God knows how to make our life brighter to everyone of us....

God bless you all...

I think i am honestly outside way to much one day the sun is gonna take my life i honestly think.

Whether i outside Fishin, Huntin, Hikin, or 4 Wheelin you name it it seems that outside is a crucial thing for me and i hope some day i dont die from bein outside too much. But when i do die i hope it is doin somethin i love instead of gettin smashed like a bug on somebodies windshield.

All i do know is i wont die from smoking or drinking cause i dont plan on doin any of that. I find it to be alright but i just have had to many people in my life that has done all that and died, or became very ill. So i am off to find the sun!!!!

Age shouldn't be know barrier when it comes to falling in love.
Do you agree or disagree??

Because the dads didn't want the kids they had
Some had reasons they couldn't explain
Others just wanted to play silly games
Children's life are at great stake
And they are never a mistake
So if the dads don't step up to the plate
It's up to the mom's to fill his place
A mom's love will always endure
This is one thing I know for sure
Moms never speak bad of their dads
Just do the very best you can
HOLD ON TO GOD'S UNCHANGING HANDS
HE WILL TEACH WHAT TO DO
TO RAISE YOUR CHILDREN AND BRING YOU THROUGH!

...Continued...

"Strangers," George asked.

"Yes, I suppose. I come into a room, and then I see them, and then they are gone."

Thunder rolled long across the evening skies, threatening with its growing might a tremendous storm at its heels. Jane glanced toward the window, covered completely over by the thick blue drapery. She gazed at it helplessly as though it might suddenly blow open until the light flickered in the hall again.

"Does that sort of thing happen often here, Jane?" Ted asked softly, drawing her attention.

Her face had gone pale. "Y-Yes. All the time."

"And what else?"

She studied him, partially in awe. He had an easy, scholarly manner, not prone to excitement. He behaved as though nothing she could say would surprise him in the least. There was great comfort in that. She had begun to believe she might be going mad.

"I live alone, but often I hear noises in different rooms. I keep a cat, Chester, and sometimes he runs from these rooms where there is nothing visible. A-And then I turn around, and there will be someone standing there, and I blink, and he is gone. I can remember only bits and pieces of him, like his black hair. He has opaque eyes, green, very light like a pastel coat of paint. There are others, they are tall, thin, blond. I see them all the time, in streets, at work, around the yard. I see them often, and yet I cannot tell you anything more about them."

"Do they realize you see them?"

"Sometimes."

"What do you mean 'sometimes'?"

"Sometimes when I see them, they are in the middle of some act. I cannot explain it. Like if you opened a door and caught me putting a jar of peas in the cupboard, and then when you stepped into the room, I simply disappeared. Imagine that, only without the jar of peas and the cupboard. It would appear bizaar, but that is how it seems, when they are not looking directly at me." She glanced at the clock. Nine-forty-two. My God, she thought; had that much time elapsed?

Ted noticed her distraction. He paused to watch her minutely, then glanced down to the tape recorder on his lap. It was moving, the reels rolling to record as planned. He glanced up again. Suddenly his breath caught in his chest. With great reserve of strength he looked intensely at Jane.

"Jane," his voice was deep, implicative...

She glanced at him warily, her blond hair falling across a portion of her round face and hiding one of her hazel eyes. She brushed it aside without thinking. Her short nails were painted yellow, almost the same color as her hair.

"Jane," he said again. Beside him George was speechless. "There is a great black dog in the doorway. Its hair is bristled. Do you own a dog, Jane?"

"No." She looked tired now.

"Don't turn around," Ted commanded quietly, his voice deliberately low. When all three were still enough and the dog had yet to move, however, its eyes as yet blazing, its teeth bared, he added: "Does anyone you know own this dog, or seen it before? It's some kind of mastiff."

"No," she repeated. Quickly, before Ted could complain, she turned in her chair to glance at the doorway. The dog looked at her strangely, its hair settling back down. It seemed to cower slightly, backing down. Then it turned its tail and scampered away, its heavy body making no sound. From the kitchen, no lights shone in the hall anymore.

"Jane?" Ted's voice echoed in the stillness.

She had turned back around in her chair, her eyes downcast with a weighted expression. "I had a dream last night," she replied weakly. Her voice felt weak. In the very back of her mind she heard herself again: I had a dream last night...





Thanks again for tuning in to...Eerie Theater.

Hey. I'm New.
To "dating/friend" sites.
I was doing myspace, but I want to actually meet people, not battle to be the sexiest person on the interweb.

Email me. I'll make you laugh. :D

...In the hustle and bustle of your daily life , running around , attending your job ,hurrying to the bank bussy in your mind , worrying about the feauture , regretting the past....

...Have you ever stopped , for a mmoment , to look at how beautiful and fragile a flower is ? ..at how a little ant is hurring , may be to get his kid from school? . or how two birds fly home together , waving their wings with a harmony that means love? ..have you ever stopped and looked up the sky at night , to see billions of stars , and have you ever thought that our planet is one of them , in a vast galaxy that cycles like a very precise clock , and have you ever thought that you are part of this magnificient clock who does everything in its own time? , the sunset , the sunrise , come with not a moment of error../
and if you did , why do you doubt that this intelligent universe has left you alone ? why do you thing that your soul mate will come into your life at the precise moment when it is planned ,
but so long as you are in your analytical mind , instead of being present in the magic of the present moment , you will never discover your path , and will never live your life...
Now , back to the little ant..

What has happened to the art of being able to spell correctly, including using proper punctuation and capitalization? Having been a secretary for 30 years and owning my own home-based business doing medical transcription, I do quite a bit of "correcting" the wording of the physician's grammar, it is essential that I know how to spell and construct sentences correctly. I understand the concept of instant messaging, (which I am not talking about, I do not abbreviate even there), except for an occasional "LOL or brb". I am not even talking about the occasional misspelled word, I'm speaking about the emails, postings and blogs, where a person actually has time to think about what they want to say. It really sets my teeth on edge to see such awful spelling and wording.

So many of the blogs I have tried to read make me believe the person is completely ignorant or lazy. There are many ways to say just about anything, especially when it comes to s*xual content, without being just plain rude, crude and disgusting. What attracts my attention even more than what a man looks like, is what his writing "says" about him. If he actually takes the times to put some thought and ideas into his emails and blogs, I will always want to continue discussions with him, including probably wanting to meet. But when I receive emails that make me have to play "twist" games with the wording, to understand what he's saying, I stop and email back, "thanks, but no thanks".

I have received several emails from men who stated on their profiles that they have "some education" or high degree, yet their writing is just horrendous.

I am not, by any means, a perfectionist; my home is not "eat off the floor" clean, but I do take pride in where I live, whether or not I have company over. This is something that my parents taught me was the right thing to do, along with taking pride in how you dress (guys, wearing your pants around your knees is not classy, just looks stupid), and instilling in me a love for words, using words to convey so many emotions, thoughts and ideas. Again, I don't expect Pulitzer prize type of writing, just basic priciples would be wonderful.

The same goes for when people have differences of opinion..... when people are unable to use words to adequately defend their position, they resort to showing their ignorance by name calling, belittling and insulting comments. Talk about the decline of a civilization.