You know what? Skype sucks this morning...I requested a password reset, as I haven't used it for a while, and want to communicate with family overseas....I received the reset code(did this twice)...Except that both times, the list of skype names to select from, does not include the one I actively use -which means I now have to go through the protracted process of contacting them.
Merriweather, I am appalled, but not overly surprised at your post. It appears to be an obvious attempt to smear my name on this forum through fabrication and distortion of facts. In any case, it does not reflect very well on you.
The lowly truck driver you refer to is someone no longer on this site, and whom most of us miss, and the chap you stayed with in Melbourne. Along with others, I have always shown him respect on the forums, with friendly banter on the threads, as well as through private email. He understood my humour....Had he been taking his holidays at a different time, I would have happily caught up with him for a pizza. He knows that because we discussed it by email, as I was thinking of accompanying my son to Melbourne on his way overseas....I didn't make it, as my son changed his dates...The opportunity to catch up with dear XXXX may still arise one day in the future as I have family in Melbourne.
As for your comments regarding jimbob, the thread is still there for everyone to read...I have no interest in addressing your comment. I am appalled.
I have only ever regarded you as a friend, but obviously, not the other way around. I can't imagine what has driven you to post such despicable comments about me on a public forum. It does indicate sinister intent, however...You took umbrage to my saying on jimbob's thread that he was not in your position of not having a mortgage. In your eyes I couldn't have committed a bigger crime - I had revealed private information to the world, I think you said. You have not let that one go. Yet on that same thread you yourself posted that you had paid cash for your car, 'only $13,000' was how you put it. It seems that kind of private information was ok to relate to the world.
May I suggest you show yourself a little more respect Merriweather. Your post also reveals you to be capable of stabbing a friend, which is all I have ever been to you.
It is a rare thing for me to post my thoughts so candidly on a public forum, but then it is the rare CS member who has tried to smear my name on here.....I am appalled at your behaviour, not to mention embarrassed that I am having to address such a post. Sorry folks, that I have had to post this on here. It really has put a dampener on what I regard as a place to chill out and have a friendly banter, the more animated, the better.
I will not be replying to anything else of yours, so smear away, but know that I will not hesitate in reporting any further libellous posts of yours.
It's kinda like trying to fit a square peg in a round hole...It's just never gonna happen, not without bashing and smashing the peg to try and fit(badly)into the mismatched shape.
Ah, Prowler, drop your guard, and you will find her. I don't know you, but I assume you are a good man.
Answering this thread question...what will be, will be. I had 2 grandmothers, both of whom lived long lives, mostly on their own - on danced the night away on her 100th birthday - happy as...So if it turns out that I am on my own, not finding the right one for me, then so be it. I am so used to being on my own anyway. I live my life to the full, and grateful for very moment of it.
You poor thing, Prowler. Having thoughts like this must be awful, no matter how much you tell us you are all fine about it.
I feel anything but a reject. Never have and never will. You make way too many assumptions about everyone here. This is a singles site, not a repository for the fish that John West rejects.
Personally, I have found love several times since I was married. And for your info, it was I who asked my then husband to leave. No details needed....And believe I am capable of finding it again - you know why? Because as serene mentioned above, one needs to be open to giving and rceiving. And I am...That doesn't guarantee we will find the one we're looking for, but it certainly goes a long way.
You don't need to feel like you owe me or anyone here, an explanation. I simply picked up on facts from a past post of yours(bet you thought we don't pay attention).
Well, I don't know about you, but I'm not good at reading crystal balls lately...What I do know, is that in making a statement such as yours: 'I used to once believe in "inlove" ... I know for me, I wont ever experience that ever again ... not in this life anyway ...' what that tells me is you are deliberately stopping yourself from being in the moment, numbing your feelings, setting up barriers...Yes, you might never fel the kind of 'love' you felt years ago, but from what you've written, it wasn't particularly healthy reciprocated love...But do you really want to waste this one life of yours and allow whatever weill be, will be?
As soon as I found out I was having a male child, I prepared myself for the enormity of responsibility that lay ahead of me in raising a son. Among many things that I believed he needed to learn as part of him developing self reliance and a healthy independence, was the skill of cooking. So by the age of nine, my son could prepare a basic cooked meal all by himself with no supervision. This included baking...
In fact, one evening, I had to shoot out to my workplace two streets up from home. I had no idea he'd taken it upon himself to cook the evening meal. He rang me to say, 'Hurry up mummy, dinner's ready'....I returned to this wonderful blend of aromas from a simple wok meal, and muffins baking in the oven. I was so proud of him. Now at the age of 26, he is a fabulous and creative cook, and puts many of his female friends his age, to shame...He, too wants to publish his own cookbook...in association with a graphic artistic friend of his.
RE: Valentines Day ....
Only when it's leap year...which reminds me...your're in luck Prowler. ... Here. let me whisper sweet nothings in your ear.