Ok, I finally figured out which song I am feeling right now.
I've just seen a face - Across the Universe.
I've just seen a face, I can't forget the time or place Where we just met She's just the girl for me And I want all the world to see We've met, mmm-mmm-mmm-m'mmm-mmm Had it been another day I might have looked the other way And I'd have never been aware But as it is I'll dream of her Tonight, di-di-di-di'n'di Falling, yes I am falling, And she keeps calling Me back again. I have never known The like of this, I've been alone And I have missed things And kept out of sight But other girls were never quite Like this, mmm-mmm-mmm-m'mmm-mmm Falling, yes I am falling, And she keeps calling Me back again
Falling, yes I am falling, And she keeps calling Me back again Falling, yes I am falling, And she keeps calling Me back again
You just have to have patience. I'm sorry I am just a hair bit out of your date range, but I am glad to meet someone new.
I'm Robert or DK as everyone else calls me.
I have dated women with kids, and dated women who were bbw. I have no preference. Thier personality and chemistry with me is what matters.
So, just wait it out, sometimes it will be quick, sometimes it will take months. I have had a profile on another site for close to a year and still no real hits.
I hope you stay and keep posting. The nuthouse is fun here.
I personally will not acknowledge XMas, but just say Happy Holidays.
It may be the low point in my life, but it's my choice.
My plans, besides having a small dinner with my roommate since she's going through a separation during the holidays, is go pick up a friend and take her to work.
She was having problems finding a ride yesterday and I offered, it was the least I could do.
Other then that, just stay warm and watch some movies or something on the tv.
I was in a serious car accident, my car rolled twice through the air and landed on it's roof. I survived with a sprained shoulder, but my job asked me to step down because of several reasons.
I started to wonder what to do with my life. A couple of my friends that I hadn't seen in several years, but kept in touch with, both said the same thing that it was time to come home and home was Utah. I am not a native, but that is where I had most of my life experience.
So, I did everything I can and moved back here. The job hunt has been hard, been out of work for over 6 months now, but I do have an opportunity on the horizon.
I also am enrolled to go back to College, in January, to get my Bachelor's in Criminal Justice.
I want to be able to teach what I know in that field and inspire others that life can go on, no matter what the barriers you have encountered.
I could have easily given up, put a bullet through my head, but I felt that I still have a purpose and I believe that is to teach.
Jennifer visited a psychic of some local repute. In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the mystic delivered grave news: "There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just be blunt - prepare yourself to be a widow. Your husband will die a violent and horrible death this year."
Visibly shaken, Jennifer stared at the woman's lined face, then at the single flickering candle, then down at her hands. She took a few deep breaths to compose herself.
She simply had to know. She met the fortune teller's gaze, steadied her voice, and asked: "Will I be acquitted?"
"Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have not been to confession for six months. On top of that, I've been with a loose woman."
The priest sighs. "Is that you, little Tommy O'Shaughnessy?"
"Yes, Father, 'tis I."
"And who might be the woman you were with?"
"I shan't be tellin' you, Father. It would ruin her reputation."
"Well, Tommy, I'm bound to find out sooner or later, so you may as well tell me now. Was it Brenda O'Malley?"
"I cannot say."
"Was it Patricia Fitzgerald?"
"I'll never tell."
"Was it Lisa O'Shanter?"
"I'm sorry, but I'll not name her."
"Was it Cathy O'Dell?"
"My lips are sealed."
"Was it Fiona Mallory, then?"
"Please, Father, I cannot tell you."
The priest sighs in frustration. "You're a steadfast lad, Tommy O' Shaughnessy, and I admire that. But you've sinned, and you must atone. Be off with you now."
Tommy walks back to his pew. His friend Sean slides over and whispers, "What'd you get?"
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