I’d like to be in Tuscany at the a annual Frescobaldi wine-barrel diving contest, breaking the current record of 4,56min submerged in 116 liters of Morellino de Scansano
A company I worked for, I had loads of representatives visiting, from various countries. Cyprus, Romania, Portugal, US, Canada and some more. On the last day of their visit, I’m taking them out for a meal.
On that very night, the one I was living with at the time, it was her birthday, and even though we hadn’t planned any family gathering, or anything special, sitting with these guys wasn’t the most romantic idea. She assured me that she’s OK with it, though, and appreciates the circumstances, joined us, but I prepared a surprise.
I head in a couple of hours earlier. I bought eleven big yellow roses* and one big red rose. I ask the staff to help me stick one yellow rose under the table, in front of each guest, except where she’ll be sat. I also ask the staff to keep two of the yellow roses. I prepare the guests that it’s her birthday, decide an order, and on my signal the first one brings forth a yellow rose, gives it to her and wishes her a happy birthday. The second yellow rose about 2 minutes after that, then the first one from the staff 2 minutes after that, and another from the staff 2 minutes after that, and finally the remaining 7 from the guests all at once. When things have settled a bit, I give her the twelfth, the red rose.
* Don’t know if this is different from country to country, but over here a yellow rose is supposed to be a sign of friendship.
Sometimes, on rare occasions, us blokes do know how to pull some good stuff.
Allow me to brag a tad, and then it’s your turn, OK?
Some years ago I was in Thailand with an X
Zillions of opportunities to do something romantic there, done it way too little in my life, I must admit, because guys, no matter how much you do it, it’s always way too little. And somehow you think that simply by being in Thailand is enough, which is rubbish really.
So, one evening I tell her that we will try something new. I get her to this Italian restaurant and say that we will order food for each other, and we will make it a surprise. I tell the waitress, so she is in on it. When ordering we just point at the menu so the other one will not know, appetizers, drinks, the lot.
I didn’t think of it as romantic when I got the crazy idea, not until I saw the glow in her eyes. She was so friggin’ happy the whole night, over basically nothing really. No effort, I mean.
I guess it was the time we spent thinking about what the other person would like to have, thinking about the other person’s genuine taste.
So, what do you do, when was the last time, and what was it?
Tonight I wanna give it all to you, In the darkness. Theres so much I wanna do. And tonight I wanna lay it at your feet. cause girl, I was made for you. And girl, you were made for me
I was made for lovin you baby. You were made for lovin me. And I cant get enough of you baby. Can you get enough of me?
Young desperate man searching for good looking, intelligent girl with fine figure, might consider an experienced woman. A mature older lady will work as well, and worst case, even a guy.
Come hither, you berry of my desire, my dearest friend to be, find me, you seeker of heavenly horizontal galloping, the one to walk through life with, hand in hand, it is you I wait for, you monster of lip munching. I will be the good in your life, the Pepsi Twist on your lips, the firecracker in your pants, the most enthusiastic partner, your saddle-less bike. Come join me in a love parade for two, for long walks in dark alleys, come stand on bridges with me where we hold hands, cry together and let tears drop on traffic passing by below, and then we laugh. Come marry me!
I don't think that'd get me a date with a sheep even.
Man, at first glance I thought... Woah, this bloke's lost all his marbles! But on second thought.... no, actually, no, you’re not that way off.
What I’m on about is your #20. “The possibility of finding true love” You have that at number 20!?
Ahead of that you have Yoga? Once a week, dip your head in a barrel of lukewarm water. That, my man is the only yoga you will need in your life. It might not be easy to get hold of a proper barrel, you might not have the convenient space for it, and sure it’s a chore to fill it up, but I promise, it’ll save you loads of time once you’re there. Yoga!? Bah! All it is about is be stood amongst loads of fit women in tight outfits, but they’re all taken and not at all willing. Go for the barrel!
The space age THE SPACE AGE!? Who cares? It’s space. It’s vast. It’s dark (well, shiny in some spots), it’s mostly crap and lonely! What on earth is space good for, if you can’t find what you’re looking for down here? First bit of 1 I can get, 2 I don’t, 3-12 all look fine, although… eh… nevermind… I’m not gonna comment on the rest any more.
Back to 20
Gilly, you’re not doing much of a job here promoting yourself to the womzen, with putting them 20th.
Like I said, I don’t if that’s odd, or smart. Maybe that’s where they should be at
I'm wondering here, and don’t want to be a bore, but how can a word be intelligent? I'm not questioning the idea for this thread.
Just because it's complex in construction, “entertains” many letters, isn’t know by a great deal of people, it doesn’t make it intelligent.
A word can’t be intelligent, per se, one of us uttering it can make ourselves look intelligent. But hey, I’ll play, and I’ll say that the most intelligent word is the one which says the most with the least number of letters involved.
Spring First warm day of the year, trees flowering, you’re taking a stroll, hand-in-hand, down on the boardwalk, then home…. for some…. passion.
Summer Skinny dipping, from the jetty, into the lake, a warm embrace and foreplay in the water, then a quick run back to the cabin…. for some…. passion.
Autumn Torrential rain rattling the windows, thunder echoing between the hills, lighting splitting the skies, she moves closer, in her sleep, reaches for your arm and makes you hold her, close, tight. Then she wakes…. for some…. passion.
Winter Oh the weather outside is frightful But the fire is so delightful And since we've no place to go Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! It doesn't show signs of stopping And I brought some corn for popping The lights are turned way down low Ready…. for some…. passion?
It's where you take her on the first date for a nice stroll, a picnic if weather permits
It’s where you hang out with the mates and play some 5-a-side, on a pitch without lines, and goalposts made out of the shirts one of the sides has to play without
It’s where you take your family on a lazy Sunday afternoon
It’s where you go on your own, to walk a mile, relax, gather your thoughts
It’s where you go for some jogging
It’s where you go to enjoy nature and some peace in the midst of a chaotic, noisy city
It’s a perfect place to install art
It’s where you go once you grow old and the kids have moved out, to take a stroll with your grey-haired missus and your bald head
It’s where you go La’Primavera, where you’re sat on a blanket under a tree with your 6-month old baby-child on your lap
It’s where you go L'estate, where you be sat on a bench with your mate and flirt with the women in mini-skirts passing by
It’s where you go L'autunno, with your mom, sister and grandmother, where you take that passage through the small forest, under a Michelangelo roof nature has painted, and you can’t tell grandmother whether the mushrooms she’s spotted are eatable or poisonous.
It’s where you go L'inverno, where you take the girl you’ve been dating for 3 months to go ice-skating
It’s where you go to feed the ducks once you become so old they’re thinking about making a commemorative stamp with your face on it
Parks are brilliant! For so many reasons. Park’s the kind of place where most people leave the car at home and take the tram, or whatever, to get there.
The only downside I can think of is that parks are not the place you should pass through at night, especially not women.
I should walk parks more often when I visit other cities. Not walk through them, not just use them as a short cut. You don’t rush through parks, you stroll through them, preferably not on asphalt, but on walkways laid with those small, small stones, a mix of silver, grey and pink, that make a crunching sound as you walk it in your moseying shoes.
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RE: lady is like a light!
I like this prince dude more and more.It's like a small segment of a painting by Salvador Dali, in text.