I promised I’d make an effort to make you blush, didn’t I, S?
You are a grand woman, as a proper Highwayman would most likely put it. Easy to like, easy on the eye, oh yes! Very easy on the eye! A woman to like, one to embrace and easily allow to be embraced by, a woman I’m about to try to make blush, again, and perhaps again, and maybe one day, again, when I’m done having you blush here.
A woman who inspires, that you are, for sure.
One who would inspire Pablo Neruda to write and win that heart of his special one, the one which he wanted to be his and his alone, and by the share inspiration which you are, if you was her, his inspiration, he would win you sooner than history now says he did, with his poetry, because the poetry inspired would come sooner. You inspire poetry. He did it quickly, eloquently, Pablo, but with you in mind, I tell you his prose would have come sooner.
We haven’t met, I reckon it’s my words you like, and I am what I write, I allow myself not to shy from putting my feelings out there on display, I am passionate about many things, and don’t run from saying so, I’ll tell you how I feel, I allow myself to act that way. It’s I, and I say; why not express them feelings?
I am all for having fun. I seek to make every day be one with at least one good laugh. I am open about matters of the horizontal tango, yes, I’m left without a single doubt that a night with you would be one worth remembering forever.
And now is the time to make you blush.
Do you know, that during this short time I’ve known you here, that several times you have made me go……hmm?
It takes quite a lot to make me go… hmm.
Do you know what it takes to make a man go… hmm?
I am passionate about many things, especially how women move me and touch my inner world. I don’t hold a single doubt that we could make a bed shake, and the pillows themselves blush, and I live for those moments, for the lust, for the pleasure it brings, and yes, I do enjoy it most when I can make her moan, you moan, arch under me and loose yourself to the point where you fold and allow defeat and me to win, to be defeated where it’s really your win.
You’ve made me go… hmm
Few do
You’re dangerous, in a dangerously beautiful way, and you know who you are, don’t you, S?
Nebulaphobia- Fear of fog. (Homichlophobia) Necrophobia- Fear of death or dead things. Nelophobia- Fear of glass. Neopharmaphobia- Fear of new drugs. Neophobia- Fear of anything new. Nephophobia- Fear of clouds. Noctiphobia- Fear of the night. Nomatophobia- Fear of names. Nosocomephobia- Fear of hospitals. Nosophobia or Nosemaphobia- Fear of becoming ill. Nostophobia- Fear of returning home. Novercaphobia- Fear of your step-mother. Nucleomituphobia- Fear of nuclear weapons. Nudophobia- Fear of nudity. Numerophobia- Fear of numbers. Nyctohylophobia- Fear of dark wooded areas or of forests at night Nyctophobia- Fear of the dark or of night.
Obesophobia- Fear of gaining weight.(Pocrescophobia) Ochlophobia- Fear of crowds or mobs. Ochophobia- Fear of vehicles. Octophobia - Fear of the figure 8. Odontophobia- Fear of teeth or dental surgery. Odynophobia or Odynephobia- Fear of pain. (Algophobia) Oenophobia- Fear of wines. Oikophobia- Fear of home surroundings, house.(Domatophobia, Eicophobia) Olfactophobia- Fear of smells. Ombrophobia- Fear of rain or of being rained on. Ommetaphobia or Ommatophobia- Fear of eyes. Oneirophobia- Fear of dreams. Oneirogmophobia- Fear of wet dreams. Onomatophobia- Fear of hearing a certain word or of names. Ophidiophobia- Fear of snakes. (Snakephobia) Ophthalmophobia- Fear of being stared at. Opiophobia- Fear medical doctors experience of prescribing needed pain medications for patients. Optophobia- Fear of opening one's eyes. Ornithophobia- Fear of birds. Orthophobia- Fear of property. Osmophobia or Osphresiophobia- Fear of smells or odors. Ostraconophobia- Fear of shellfish. Ouranophobia or Uranophobia- Fear of heaven.
I think you'll be able to sort this one out yourself, but just one thought....
....never wear a tie with anything but a white or light blue shirt, never, ever a black one. It's like wearing white socks with an Armani suit. Well, forget the Armani, it's like wearing white socks to anything but a tennis racket.
Aurophobia- Fear of gold Midas rotates in his grave!
Auroraphobia- Fear of Northern lights. Seriously? I'm a bit afraid of the climate at Saturnus, but I don't allow to make it get to me.
Bolshephobia- Fear of Bolsheviks. Good thing they’re extinct then!
Barophobia- Fear of gravity. Now, out of the most idiotic, this one wins! Just the thought of it, is gravity in a sense.
Basophobia - Inability to stand. Fear of walking or falling. Have a rest on the bed, you loon :)
Cacophobia- Fear of ugliness. Don’t walk near mirrors, pal
Cainophobia- Fear of newness, novelty. Right!
Caligynephobia- Fear of beautiful women. I change my mind, this one wins!
Cardiophobia- Fear of the heart. No, this one!
Catapedaphobia- Fear of jumping from high and low places. How about the places between high and low, are those OK? And when is low a low, and a high, high?
Cathisophobia- Fear of sitting. Great life, never pillaging a box of chocolates at a bus station in a southern American state.
Chrometophobia- Fear of money. Bet not a lawyer’s ever suffered this.
Chronophobia- Fear of time. Chronomentrophobia- Fear of clocks.
Cometophobia- Fear of comets. Jesus tandem cycle riding Christ! When!? Every 76 years as Halley’s passes by!?
Consecotaleophobia- Fear of chopsticks. No Won-Ton soup for you!
Coulrophobia- Fear of clowns. Loon
Deipnophobia- Fear of dining or dinner conversations. Up for brunch?
Dikephobia- Fear of justice. Seriously?
Dutchphobia- Fear of the Dutch. Yeah, the Dutch, them be eating children and drinking the blood of Bulgarian virgins.
Have you ever pondered how some things, they’re western luxury problems we should be damn ashamed of having? Us, we, people, we can be plain stupid sometimes, can’t we?
A scene:
Here we are, me, I in a western world, living the life of luxury and abound opportunities that we in the western world do enjoy, and imagine, just for the sake of it, that I have a wife or partner, this treasure I’ve been given, as beautiful as a dawning Arabian Night she is, and we have children, several, brilliant students and raised to be people who don’t necessarily make a great difference in this world, but when they do something, it is an act which always stems from a desire to do something good, because that is how their brilliant mother raised them, and I was part of that brilliance invoked with my occasional brilliance of own. I do have it.
Walk through this scene with me, won’t you….
…I have a job, we have a house, I’m surrounded by the good spices in life, and there is food on the table.
There are summer days, with a BBQ being prepared at the backyard behind the house, with both our sets of parents present, and widespread - more than pleasant to watch - smiles on faces we love, as them, our parents, and they, their grandchildren, our children, they share laughter that makes a heart skip beats.
There are mid-May spring days, with her, she’s mine, proud of it I most certainly am, she’s sat on the bench watching over us, as I toss stones with my eldest into the big pond in the big park. And I turn around, I look at her, and she looks at me, 30 paces between us, but not an atom afar in heart, she is, or I afar from her heart.
There are autumn days under open skies, in front of a palette of yellow shades to feverish red leaves, you know those trees, from those trees making the wallpaper against we rush, against the curtain they make our giggle-filled run, homewards to escape the sudden surprising downpour chasing us, we, our family, run to find shelter, our private shelter, just having been renting movies together to spend a lazy Friday evening in front of them, just us, our family.
There are December evenings, of us decorating the house together, ahead of a Christmas knocking on the door, ahead of the peace, tranquility and soothing of the soul a fourth lit candle of Advent brings.
And there are days when one set of those grandparents are lured to house our children, for one weekend, so that we can spend some time on our own, spend hours of intimacy and hour-long roughing the mattress, attempting to shake loose the screws holding the mahogany frame of the bed together.
S, are you with me?
But, back to the luxury mess we in the western world allow ourselves to enter.
All of that, and much more is had, and I become addicted to gambling. As if the tax I pay is not enough, I decide to pay some more, the idiot’s additional fee.
I don’t gamble. Well, occasionally, just for fun I might, but never on or against AC Milan, mind. And funny, you never hear of a shepherd living 12 miles outside Bujumbura of African Burundi, being addicted to gambling, do you? It’s a stupidity reserved for us living in the western world, us in possession of everything one can need, and much more, and we gamble it away so easilly?
Woman, no need for the querying, you're doomed, and you know it. I'm to take you, just take you like a Midwestern Tornado rips a Kentucky tree out the soil.
I was stopped by the police and brought back home. My mother was close to a nervous breakdown, I had managed to give her a grey hair through my deed, while my father couldn’t do other than laugh.
My crazy side, the crazy funny side, it comes from my father. Oh, the stuff he’s pulled, the things he’s inspired!
The sensitive side, which allows me to stop where the Lilac is in bloom by the downtown canal, pick a couple of them, and just hand one to an older lady sat alone up front in the tram, see it brighten her day, that’s from my mother, that side.
There are more sides, but let’s not go into that now, let’s be content with what I’ve already disclosed. I have lots of sides. And I want to remain a wee bit of mystery, which I won’t be if I tell you everything here, now, too soon. OK?
Our neighbor’s daughter who I eloped with, I had decided that I was to marry her. There was no discussion, no room for her view on the matter, simply a straightforward telling of her bringing whatever she wanted to bring, and I commanding her to leave with me.
So we took off, the two of us, but were picked up about half an hour later on the highway by the police. My vehicle of escape being pulled over, stopped and brought back home.
I was four years old, as was she.
My tricycle didn’t get us far that day, but it sure has been a pleasant journey, nevertheless, ever since. I’ve always been adventurous, me. I tend to often give in to that side of my person, I seek adventure often, all kinds.
I’m a Highwayman, will forever remain one. And it’s not only the loot I crave, it’s the adrenaline rush as much.
"Should a Man ALWAYS pay for the first Date / Dinner etc ... ?"
YES!
Anything else is out of the question.
And I don't care about the Equal Right's Brigade and their sharpening of dullard tools.
It's 2008, it's not 1708, I know, but I still think both a man, and the woman he is with will appreciate if a man is allowed to be a man, and a woman is treated like a woman, by a man who knows how to do that properly.
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Things that make you go… hmm
I promised I’d make an effort to make you blush, didn’t I, S?You are a grand woman, as a proper Highwayman would most likely put it. Easy to like, easy on the eye, oh yes! Very easy on the eye!
A woman to like, one to embrace and easily allow to be embraced by, a woman I’m about to try to make blush, again, and perhaps again, and maybe one day, again, when I’m done having you blush here.
A woman who inspires, that you are, for sure.
One who would inspire Pablo Neruda to write and win that heart of his special one, the one which he wanted to be his and his alone, and by the share inspiration which you are, if you was her, his inspiration, he would win you sooner than history now says he did, with his poetry, because the poetry inspired would come sooner.
You inspire poetry.
He did it quickly, eloquently, Pablo, but with you in mind, I tell you his prose would have come sooner.
We haven’t met, I reckon it’s my words you like, and I am what I write, I allow myself not to shy from putting my feelings out there on display, I am passionate about many things, and don’t run from saying so, I’ll tell you how I feel, I allow myself to act that way.
It’s I, and I say; why not express them feelings?
I am all for having fun. I seek to make every day be one with at least one good laugh.
I am open about matters of the horizontal tango, yes, I’m left without a single doubt that a night with you would be one worth remembering forever.
And now is the time to make you blush.
Do you know, that during this short time I’ve known you here, that several times you have made me go……hmm?
It takes quite a lot to make me go… hmm.
Do you know what it takes to make a man go… hmm?
I am passionate about many things, especially how women move me and touch my inner world. I don’t hold a single doubt that we could make a bed shake, and the pillows themselves blush, and I live for those moments, for the lust, for the pleasure it brings, and yes, I do enjoy it most when I can make her moan, you moan, arch under me and loose yourself to the point where you fold and allow defeat and me to win, to be defeated where it’s really your win.
You’ve made me go… hmm
Few do
You’re dangerous, in a dangerously beautiful way, and you know who you are, don’t you, S?