I've changed my username finally. My previous name (initials and numbers) just wasn't the best for the forums, so I chose a new name. It's not easy to find one that seems to fit, but I finally selected a word that means something to me....Thalassa. Thalassa means "sea" and I do love the sea. And although this word may not be familiar to many of you, you might find it ultimately easier to remember than what I used in the past.
For a 3-day weekend, Mykonos would be too far without adding further flight costs; the ferry would take too long. But there is an island only an hour away by ferry called Aegina that would be a great one-day outing. In Athens, we would go to the Acropolis, the new Acropolis museum, see the changing of the guard at the Parliament, take a drive along the coast to Cape Sounion to see the Temple of Poseidon and watch the sunset, shop in Monastiraki and the Plaka, eat at some great tavernas....and party at night like the Greeks do, beginning at around 11pm and staying until the wee hours of the next morning! Ahh, it would be great fun, I guarantee you.
What about Greece? A couple of days here in Athens, seeing the sights and enjoying the food, and perhaps a one-day trip to a nearby island.... Oh, I could make a great itinerary! Come to Greece!
Oooooh, have some catfish for me, Wendy! I am from Georgia and I sure could use a glass of sweet tea...the champagne of the South! And some grits... And some fried green tomatoes... And.... Oh, man! Well, I can't be there...but do enjoy that catfish and your time with Donny. Glad to hear about your son, I truly am.
Ahhh, but life hands us unexpected and very pleasant surprises sometimes, one of which is recognizing that nothing is absolute and that attraction can truly come out of something previously unimagined. The height thing...well, yes, it's a general preference, but one of my most memorable relationships years ago was with a man who was exactly my height. And what a wonderful and amazing man he was! No, Gozo...nothing is absolute.
Thank you so much...I'm still working on it, but so as not to be a total downer all the time, I can honestly say that today was a pretty good day, all things considered. I got my creative juices flowing and did some pretty decent writing, which always makes me feel better. I told a friend here recently that I feel like I'm in a deep well and people are trying to toss me a rope to climb out, but I can't catch the rope. Today, it seems that my reach for the rope is getting better. I don't have it yet, but I'm stretching closer towards it. Thank you.
From what I can see of you in your picture, I would think you should feel quite good about your looks and your body. You're an attractive woman with curves, and it doesn't look to me as though your curves are out of control. You're in your 40s, I'm in my 50s, and we have women's bodies, not the bodies of the young girls we once were. As others have said, men have their preferences for what appeals to them, but so do we. I know I am more attracted to tall men than to men around my own height or barely taller than me, and this is just a reality for me. My father was 6'5, my sons are 6'4 and 6'3, so I am used to being around tall men and I just have that preference. I am also attracted to men of a certain body proportion....not too skinny (so I don't feel fat! ) and not too heavy, either. We just like what we like and we don't have to apologize for it....neither should men. Stand tall with that curvy body of yours....after all, you might be considered too skinny, by some men's tastes!
I've never pursued a married man, or accepted a married man's advances towards me. I just don't want to be a part of causing someone else pain (even if that someone is a stranger...the man's wife). I also don't want to be someone's side dish...I prefer to be the entree. Hell, I want to be the appetizer, the main course, AND the dessert! If I can't be, I'd rather remain alone. Someone said earlier that the married men will do it anyway, and this is true....but I don't need to be a part of it and I won't be. They only succeed in having mistresses because the women allow it. No, it's definitely not for me. And the same holds true when I know a man has a girlfriend. In either case...married or with a gf, he has no business messing around and I'm not willing to encourage his cheating. Others can do as they choose, but married=off limits, in my book.
Awwwww, Big John....how lovely. Leave it to you to turn a sarcastic and somewhat distasteful thread (I can say this, because it's my thread!) into something warm and fuzzy.
And the one below you...a lady's bicycle seat! You two are incorrigible!
Actually, I posted a similar thread a very long time ago, asking what would everyone MOST want to be, and what would they LEAST like to be (inanimate objects). For me, I would MOST want to be the steering wheel cover on a Ferrari or Lamborghini. Every man would want to have his hands on me and never let go! I would LEAST like to be an alarm clock. After all, this is the only thing that does exactly what it's supposed to do, yet gets cursed at, beaten, and sometimes thrown across the room...just for doing its job.
Great choice, Paws....but it's Harold Melvin and the Blue Notes. Funny thing, for I was just listening to them earlier today. Do you know their song called "Wake up, Everybody"? Although I wouldn't list it as my favorite, I like it a lot.
I love too many songs; I couldn't possibly choose a favorite. I listen to different songs to create or to enhance different moods. Here is one that many may not know, but I think it's worth listening to. It's Jackson Browne's "Sky Blue and Black", which to me is about the passing of time, the passing of days since he was with a particular woman, and he writes and sings about how he sees and hears and feels her still, in so many ways, with each passing day...Sky Blue and Black. Give it a listen.
Yes, I do enjoy a good flirt. I also think I know when to draw the line, but we do reap what we sow...so I try to keep flirting within boundaries that I am comfortable with and that I think the man is comfortable with.
I recently made a man cry and the image of the tears welling up in his eyes and his attempts to contain them will haunt me forever. Yet, I saw so much in those wet eyes. I saw more of what he felt for me than I had heard come out of his mouth. Some men don't easily express themselves verbally. Those tears that he kept brushing away as quickly as possible...those tears spoke volumes about his feelings for me. Is it ok for a man to cry? Is it ok to breathe? OK to eat, sleep, walk, talk...ok to feel?
There is a church just behind me. My kitchen window from my 4th floor apartment looks down over the rounded, red-tiled roof of this small community church. In Greece, you can't swing a dead cat (that's just an expression that some may not be familiar with) without hitting a church. Today is not a holiday in Greece and it's way too early for a wedding. It's only a bit after 8am as I write this. The bells were clanging at 7:30am. The priest is chanting, as he has been for almost 20 minutes now, and I can hear the sad chant through my closed windows, even though I don't understand much at all. There is also a clinic next door, and this church is here because of the clinic, I would guess, for otherwise it is not really visible from the street nearby....it's just tucked in behind the clinic and behind me. So, my guess is that someone died. I will soon dry my hair, get dressed, and go on about my work day and later my evening at home, yet my day begins with the knowledge that there are people just outside my window who are mourning and crying and who have lost someone they love. Kyrie Eleison. May he or she rest in peace.
I write this because it's a good reminder for me to embrace life, to not take the joys in my life for granted, and to be thankful for another beautiful day.
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) and not too heavy, either. We just like what we like and we don't have to apologize for it....neither should men.
Well said, Odysseus....well said.
Allow me to introduce myself....again
Thanks so much. I'm happy again.