Yeah, there is Plenty of Drama for the Members in this Thread...!!? 
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The only way a marriage is in my future is if I wake up from a multi-year coma with a ring on my finger, a wedding license signed by the doctor hanging from the dry erase board in my hospital room and an IV bag full of sugar water and Viagra on a silver metal pole. And even then I will try and unplug myself before it's too late. But you can certainly help dump my urn! I want my ashes dumped into the vegan lasagna served at a DNC convention.
Don't plan on a day off!! And you do realize you two are IN LOVE!!?? Totally crazy meant to be!! Don't forget that next month there is a thing at the zoo she mentioned going to together!!Bring it up, shows how well you remember!!
She has a spa day planned. Mud bath, facial, manicure, pedicure, massage, oil change, hair style, new blinker fluid, horn removal and whatever else that takes all day to complete. So I am going to go have dinner with my pops, haven't seen him in a while. He very rarely calls me so if I don't call him or go there I would never know what was happening.
I will keep the zoo thing in mind, or better yet check out their website and see if it is listed. By the way our Saturday date night is going to be us attending a formal dinner party thrown by her best female friend and her husband. Seems I am being introduced to her circle of friends. She picked out my outfit when she was here, I was thankful for the help.
theres some drama here...but its more action adventure than anything...probably daredevil stunt action too if we knew true details.....well maybe drama....6 days in a row is adventure drama i guess.Yeah, there is Plenty of Drama for the Members in this Thread...!!?
if it was me..i would feel like going out in front yard and climb up on a fence post and crowing like a rooster !
Maybe I should put on a fake wedding ring, go to happy hour tonight and start complaining "Yeah the old lady wanted it like 10-11 times this week. I'm a man not a machine. I don't even know why I own a television. You guys all know what I'm talking about, right? I mean the expensive gifts and constant sex are nice, but sometimes a man just wants to watch Star Trek."
Marsh, you're operating at a frenetic pace! How long can you two keep it up?
She was pushing my limits already yesterday. Today she is pampering herself so I am guessing her limits were reached too. I won't see her again until Saturday afternoon and we have plans, so it looks like it will likely be a 2 day hiatus. Maybe even more if the dinner party runs late and her daughter is home afterwards.
Romantic gift ideas that I have managed to come up with:
1. Take the music sheet from "your song" and have it painted onto a white canvas. You can buy these but having one made seems better.
2. Take all my posts about our date nights, add more detail and personal thoughts, and hand write them into a "date journal".
3. Buy a few matching His / Her lingerie-underwear sets that we can wear on date nights. Sort of a just between us sexy secret.
4. Plan a surprise weekend getaway. Someplace close enough to drive to in a few hours but is private and relaxing. Would have to enlist her kid to pull this off.
5. Tonya Harding her ex while I have someone video tape it. Then dub over it with 1980's cartoon music and sound effects.
1. Take the music sheet from "your song" and have it painted onto a white canvas. You can buy these but having one made seems better.
2. Take all my posts about our date nights, add more detail and personal thoughts, and hand write them into a "date journal".
3. Buy a few matching His / Her lingerie-underwear sets that we can wear on date nights. Sort of a just between us sexy secret.
4. Plan a surprise weekend getaway. Someplace close enough to drive to in a few hours but is private and relaxing. Would have to enlist her kid to pull this off.
5. Tonya Harding her ex while I have someone video tape it. Then dub over it with 1980's cartoon music and sound effects.
#5 for sure
Not too sure #2 would be a good idea!! 1, 3, & 4 are great!!
i have no idea what you are asking or saying !
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Hot springs in the mountains! There are something like 30 options in Colorado.
# 5, I would just have someone video while I stared at him and flexed my pectorals, but that might cause him to faint. Or let him try to decide how much my forearm would weigh
So my pops was entertaining tonight as we devoured pizza and drank beer. "What do you mean girlfriend!?" and "She has a ******* kid!?" He was pretty adamant that the second I let her into my heart, she will pull it out on a stomp on it. I don't blame him though, I think he was deeply in love with my bitch of an egg donor and he is still bitter... and quite frankly so am I. Only I didn't love her, not that I can remember anyway. Ultimately he did say he really wants to meet this woman that could make me give up a sure thing for a maybe. I don't think that is going to happen, not anytime soon anyway. He is not exactly Mike Brady.
He also let me know that he is still getting something off of some woman 6-7 years his junior that he met at the community center. "Most of these old guys are bent over walking with a cane, they can't flex the old biceps and pull in the ladies like I can!" He may be an old dog, but he's a happy old dog. Just not so sure how long he will hold out. He pretends he is fine, but I don't think his Doc would agree.
He also let me know that he is still getting something off of some woman 6-7 years his junior that he met at the community center. "Most of these old guys are bent over walking with a cane, they can't flex the old biceps and pull in the ladies like I can!" He may be an old dog, but he's a happy old dog. Just not so sure how long he will hold out. He pretends he is fine, but I don't think his Doc would agree.
Old rascals are always old rascals he would probably just ogle your honey and be crass if he was to meet up with her with that attitude, might even cop a feel!!!
HEHEHEH old rascals have been known to do that to a nice backside,
HEHEHEH old rascals have been known to do that to a nice backside,
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FYI, Idaho Hot Springs is one place I went many years ago. I was absolutely grossed out. It is natural water, maybe no chemicals, but there was stuff floating in the water!!! Just grossed me out. I want to gag thinking about it. Might be close to the city, but it is not a place that everyone would like!
That's Easy for You to say...!!!
Chapter 825 Part 1
I met her at the apartment and we left together from there - only this time I was a passenger in her car. She was looking great in a little black dress; I was reasonably presentable wearing black pants, a white suit coat and a black tuxedo tie. Tonight, we were going to dinner but not out to a fine dining experience, niche bistro or a supper club. Tonight, we were guests at a dinner party being thrown by a ‘dear friend’ and her husband. We were not the only guests, and the lady assured me that I had no reason to be worried “I don’t foresee you having to wrestle a terrorist tonight.” The joke was on her, because I would have rather wrestled a terrorist than attend a dinner party. We arrived at a house that was pretty extravagant in my estimation, parked and walked up to the big white double doors. To my surprise the lady’s friend answered not a butler or some other paid employee. The friend excitedly rushed us through the doors, and introduced herself to me. “So, you’re the boyfriend I keep hearing about.” Turns out she’s a hugger and I received an unexpected embrace. Remember the accidental OMG text message with the love smiley on date number one? She was the original intended recipient and also the second person to get that same text.
After some chit-chat we were escorted to a very large sitting room and introduced to the 4 other couples and the husband/homeowner that were already socializing with one another. I don’t know if it was just me, but it didn’t seem like any of these men had that firm of handshake. I made sure to give each of them a little extra squeeze but refrained from beating my chest and grunting. I was rushed over to a well-stocked bar and asked what I would like to drink; I kept it simple with just a beer. “So… what do you do for a living?” I knew this was going to come up. I did not want to discuss the law firm so I defaulted to my other job. I just said, “I work in the global risk management industry.” That was stolen directly from the company website. Unfortunately, he asked for more details, so I added “My employer provides mission support to governments and commercial clients” also from the website “through risk management, enhanced security and strategic problem solving.” I got sounds interesting in return and he began to tell me all about the exciting and dangerous world of orthodontics. That did not sound interesting.
The men seemed to stay in one huddle and the women in another. I could smell food cooking, but the host and hostess remained in the room. Perhaps they have some paid staff after all. There were a lot of mini-conversations taking place, professional golf and the stock market was on the list of hot topics as was politics. I jumped in once or twice with my keen insights and observations about conservative matters of the day; I had nothing to offer about golf or the market. It seemed every time I would glance over to the lady, she was already looking at me and would smile. I think she was just making sure I did not need to be rescued.
I saw people working in the lavish dining room and for whatever reason a siren went off in my head. Does one remove his suit coat when sitting down to eat a formal meal? And if so, how does one hide his Glock 19 which is prominently sticking out of his pants contained by an inside the waistband holster? Not to mention the spare mag on the other side. I excused myself and went straight for the lady asking if I could speak to her for a moment. Apparently, the proper etiquette is to leave your suit coat on when you dine. And she giggled about the gun. The hostess came straight over and asked if everything was okay. The lady just said, “He was curious about your dress code and firearms policy”. The hostess laughed and said, “Just be comfortable and the guns are in the den”. The host heard the word guns, and I was fast-walked to the den for a full tour of his sporting clays, trap and hunting guns. Plus his single bone-stock AR-15, which looked to me like it was new and unfired. Most of the shotgun brand names sounded Italian and expensive. A couple of the other men joined us, and it turned out that shooting orange clay disks was a common outing among them. The Glock never came up and I had no plans on volunteering any more info than I already had.
It was announced to come to the dining room and we all complied. According to the place cards I was to be seated between the lady and the hostess while the host sat at the head of the table. It was his table after all. I felt like I was being protected by my very own good looking personal security detail. Or maybe I was being flanked to hide my improper use of the excessive pieces of silverware that sat in front of me. The whole thing was fancy but perhaps not as fancy as I am making it sound. The meal was prepared by a caterer, and the staff I observed were all employees of that business. We started with a wedge salad and a variety of breads and butters, then moved to a roasted chicken breast stuffed with spinach, pancetta and asiago cheese with a wine sauce and some fingerling potatoes. The meal ended with ice cream cake. That’s not what they called it but that’s what it was. Coffee was also available. After the meal was over and the table partially cleared, we moved back to the sitting room. One couple left and most of the remaining men went outside to smoke cigars and drink dark liquors, but I did not join them. I went to the lady’s side and remained there, an armed immovable object. I held her hand and kissed it a few times. We looked at each other more than once and always seemed to lock eyes for a moment when we did. The women she was visiting with began to ask questions about the two us and how we came to be. The story about the supper club was met with some gushing and led to more questions. The one that struck me was “Are you two just having fun or is there a future here?” The lady replied, “We are just having fun, but I hope we’re going to have fun for a very long time.” She was in her element and seemed like she fit in perfectly with this crowd.
When the hour grew late and others began to depart, we said our goodbyes. The lady’s friend required another hug and when doing so said quietly “she’s special, treat her well”. And with that we were off. A few blocks away from the extravagant house she suddenly slowed and stopped in the middle of the road. She looked out the windshield and pointed at another fancy home on the right side of the street. It had 3 garage doors and a large expensive looking bay window. “That’s where I called home for almost 12 years.” She sort of let out a light sigh and said “I tried so hard to pretend I was living the American dream, to be the perfect wife and mother. I let myself believe the lie.” My retort was a simple “It’s easy to get swept away by the familiar and embrace what is easy and comfortable.” She pressed down on the gas and we left the area with expedience.
Upon our arrival at the apartment complex she pulled into the garage area and asked me to stay. Nothing else had to be said, other than perhaps “Where is your daughter?” She replied “In her room, probably. She is going to have to get used to this sooner or later.” When we entered the apartment the daughter was not in her bedroom, she was watching television while actively tapping on her phone. She looked over and saw the two us, said “Hey” and went right back to her phone. She eventually blurted out “Did you guys have fun?” The lady said we did, so we did, and the daughter turned off the TV and disappeared down the hallway shouting “Goodnight” from the darkness before I could hear a door shut. The lady did not hesitate and I was once again taken by the hand and led to her bedroom. Something about this made me very conscious about how much noise we made, the lady did not seem to care. Guess the walls were really thick or she knew the daughter would have ear buds in. All those thoughts quickly faded away as I had other things to focus on. Wonderful things. That day off was good for the body and the soul, this was better for both.
I met her at the apartment and we left together from there - only this time I was a passenger in her car. She was looking great in a little black dress; I was reasonably presentable wearing black pants, a white suit coat and a black tuxedo tie. Tonight, we were going to dinner but not out to a fine dining experience, niche bistro or a supper club. Tonight, we were guests at a dinner party being thrown by a ‘dear friend’ and her husband. We were not the only guests, and the lady assured me that I had no reason to be worried “I don’t foresee you having to wrestle a terrorist tonight.” The joke was on her, because I would have rather wrestled a terrorist than attend a dinner party. We arrived at a house that was pretty extravagant in my estimation, parked and walked up to the big white double doors. To my surprise the lady’s friend answered not a butler or some other paid employee. The friend excitedly rushed us through the doors, and introduced herself to me. “So, you’re the boyfriend I keep hearing about.” Turns out she’s a hugger and I received an unexpected embrace. Remember the accidental OMG text message with the love smiley on date number one? She was the original intended recipient and also the second person to get that same text.
After some chit-chat we were escorted to a very large sitting room and introduced to the 4 other couples and the husband/homeowner that were already socializing with one another. I don’t know if it was just me, but it didn’t seem like any of these men had that firm of handshake. I made sure to give each of them a little extra squeeze but refrained from beating my chest and grunting. I was rushed over to a well-stocked bar and asked what I would like to drink; I kept it simple with just a beer. “So… what do you do for a living?” I knew this was going to come up. I did not want to discuss the law firm so I defaulted to my other job. I just said, “I work in the global risk management industry.” That was stolen directly from the company website. Unfortunately, he asked for more details, so I added “My employer provides mission support to governments and commercial clients” also from the website “through risk management, enhanced security and strategic problem solving.” I got sounds interesting in return and he began to tell me all about the exciting and dangerous world of orthodontics. That did not sound interesting.
The men seemed to stay in one huddle and the women in another. I could smell food cooking, but the host and hostess remained in the room. Perhaps they have some paid staff after all. There were a lot of mini-conversations taking place, professional golf and the stock market was on the list of hot topics as was politics. I jumped in once or twice with my keen insights and observations about conservative matters of the day; I had nothing to offer about golf or the market. It seemed every time I would glance over to the lady, she was already looking at me and would smile. I think she was just making sure I did not need to be rescued.
I saw people working in the lavish dining room and for whatever reason a siren went off in my head. Does one remove his suit coat when sitting down to eat a formal meal? And if so, how does one hide his Glock 19 which is prominently sticking out of his pants contained by an inside the waistband holster? Not to mention the spare mag on the other side. I excused myself and went straight for the lady asking if I could speak to her for a moment. Apparently, the proper etiquette is to leave your suit coat on when you dine. And she giggled about the gun. The hostess came straight over and asked if everything was okay. The lady just said, “He was curious about your dress code and firearms policy”. The hostess laughed and said, “Just be comfortable and the guns are in the den”. The host heard the word guns, and I was fast-walked to the den for a full tour of his sporting clays, trap and hunting guns. Plus his single bone-stock AR-15, which looked to me like it was new and unfired. Most of the shotgun brand names sounded Italian and expensive. A couple of the other men joined us, and it turned out that shooting orange clay disks was a common outing among them. The Glock never came up and I had no plans on volunteering any more info than I already had.
It was announced to come to the dining room and we all complied. According to the place cards I was to be seated between the lady and the hostess while the host sat at the head of the table. It was his table after all. I felt like I was being protected by my very own good looking personal security detail. Or maybe I was being flanked to hide my improper use of the excessive pieces of silverware that sat in front of me. The whole thing was fancy but perhaps not as fancy as I am making it sound. The meal was prepared by a caterer, and the staff I observed were all employees of that business. We started with a wedge salad and a variety of breads and butters, then moved to a roasted chicken breast stuffed with spinach, pancetta and asiago cheese with a wine sauce and some fingerling potatoes. The meal ended with ice cream cake. That’s not what they called it but that’s what it was. Coffee was also available. After the meal was over and the table partially cleared, we moved back to the sitting room. One couple left and most of the remaining men went outside to smoke cigars and drink dark liquors, but I did not join them. I went to the lady’s side and remained there, an armed immovable object. I held her hand and kissed it a few times. We looked at each other more than once and always seemed to lock eyes for a moment when we did. The women she was visiting with began to ask questions about the two us and how we came to be. The story about the supper club was met with some gushing and led to more questions. The one that struck me was “Are you two just having fun or is there a future here?” The lady replied, “We are just having fun, but I hope we’re going to have fun for a very long time.” She was in her element and seemed like she fit in perfectly with this crowd.
When the hour grew late and others began to depart, we said our goodbyes. The lady’s friend required another hug and when doing so said quietly “she’s special, treat her well”. And with that we were off. A few blocks away from the extravagant house she suddenly slowed and stopped in the middle of the road. She looked out the windshield and pointed at another fancy home on the right side of the street. It had 3 garage doors and a large expensive looking bay window. “That’s where I called home for almost 12 years.” She sort of let out a light sigh and said “I tried so hard to pretend I was living the American dream, to be the perfect wife and mother. I let myself believe the lie.” My retort was a simple “It’s easy to get swept away by the familiar and embrace what is easy and comfortable.” She pressed down on the gas and we left the area with expedience.
Upon our arrival at the apartment complex she pulled into the garage area and asked me to stay. Nothing else had to be said, other than perhaps “Where is your daughter?” She replied “In her room, probably. She is going to have to get used to this sooner or later.” When we entered the apartment the daughter was not in her bedroom, she was watching television while actively tapping on her phone. She looked over and saw the two us, said “Hey” and went right back to her phone. She eventually blurted out “Did you guys have fun?” The lady said we did, so we did, and the daughter turned off the TV and disappeared down the hallway shouting “Goodnight” from the darkness before I could hear a door shut. The lady did not hesitate and I was once again taken by the hand and led to her bedroom. Something about this made me very conscious about how much noise we made, the lady did not seem to care. Guess the walls were really thick or she knew the daughter would have ear buds in. All those thoughts quickly faded away as I had other things to focus on. Wonderful things. That day off was good for the body and the soul, this was better for both.
Chapter 825 Part 2
There is something about lying in bed with a beautiful woman, after just engaging in mutually beneficial acts of affection, just staring at the ceiling in a state of blissful relaxation. With my arm around her and her head on my chest, I couldn’t help but smile. Something told me she was smiling too, even if only on the inside. It was in this moment that we were both feeling a sense of closeness that loosened the barriers between our thoughts and our words. I told the lady that had someone told me 2 months ago that this very minute I would be living alone, dating a very attractive blond woman, working locally and potentially having to move; I would have called them a liar. Except the attractive woman, part, that wouldn’t have surprised me at all. Yet, there I was in that bed thinking about how it was all indeed the case. She pulled herself closer to me and responded by telling me that good things happen when we least expect them.
The lady then told me she had a confession to make. When she shared my table at the supper club, agreed to a first real date and a second, she had no plans on there being a 3rd. She found me to be handsome and funny but didn’t want or need a man in her life and neither did her daughter. In fact, she even told me that she thought about “putting out” on that first real date and how that thought ran through her mind more than once as we were touring the zoo and dancing at the jazz club. The same thought was even stronger in her consciousness on our second date. “I was having fun, and I enjoyed the attention I was receiving. I thought why not release some sexual frustration then get back to my life unencumbered.” Her confession took me a little by surprise for as much effort and energy as I had put into achieving that same goal. “I wanted to do something out of character, to just let go, have a wild night of no-strings-attached sex and then walk away. And you seemed like the perfect person for that.” I wanted, no needed, more details. “You were clearly a man looking for something similar. You said all the right things, made all the right moves and it took more willpower than you can imagine resisting it all. And yet, you didn’t relent. Not even a little. You just kept making plans, being sweet and chivalrous, showed so much interest in who I am, opened yourself up and somehow you made me start to think about you all the time.” Once again this lady has proven that she is always 2 steps ahead of me. “The process of dating you made me want to withhold the most precious act of intimacy because you made me stop wanting a one-time-fling and made me start thinking about a possible long-term relationship.”
Seems I was, for a while, my own worst enemy. Perhaps somewhere in my mind I knew it and persisted anyway. I confessed that my initial intentions were a lot like hers, only without the ‘out of character’ part and the hesitation she experienced. She continued: “As we dated, I think I wanted you to earn my trust and my favor. I wanted to know you weren’t going to run away if I was difficult or we didn’t agree on something. I wanted to know if you were the man that I perceived you to be, one who could match my strength and stubbornness without hurting me in the process.” It was a lot to think about, but at same time not actually surprising. In that same period of time I too found my mind jumping from option to option, exploring the ‘what could be’ and ‘what has been’ of it all. We all have that internal voice that push us one way or another, keeps us from doing something stupid or challenges us to do something adventurous or out of character. I repositioned myself so I could see her face and she could see mine. I gave her a deep kiss and said “Remember on the rooftop patio when I said it doesn’t matter, that we would get there when we got there? Well, here we are… and it still doesn’t matter how. It only matters that we’re here and we’re happy.”
This is where I want to report that she gave me an intense meaningful kiss and announced that I was the best lover to have ever walked the face of the earth. Instead this is the part where she grabbed my nipple, pinched it and said “Stop being so emotional, you’re acting like a girl.” Then she gave me an intense meaningful kiss. The best lover thing was inferred and implied.
There is something about lying in bed with a beautiful woman, after just engaging in mutually beneficial acts of affection, just staring at the ceiling in a state of blissful relaxation. With my arm around her and her head on my chest, I couldn’t help but smile. Something told me she was smiling too, even if only on the inside. It was in this moment that we were both feeling a sense of closeness that loosened the barriers between our thoughts and our words. I told the lady that had someone told me 2 months ago that this very minute I would be living alone, dating a very attractive blond woman, working locally and potentially having to move; I would have called them a liar. Except the attractive woman, part, that wouldn’t have surprised me at all. Yet, there I was in that bed thinking about how it was all indeed the case. She pulled herself closer to me and responded by telling me that good things happen when we least expect them.
The lady then told me she had a confession to make. When she shared my table at the supper club, agreed to a first real date and a second, she had no plans on there being a 3rd. She found me to be handsome and funny but didn’t want or need a man in her life and neither did her daughter. In fact, she even told me that she thought about “putting out” on that first real date and how that thought ran through her mind more than once as we were touring the zoo and dancing at the jazz club. The same thought was even stronger in her consciousness on our second date. “I was having fun, and I enjoyed the attention I was receiving. I thought why not release some sexual frustration then get back to my life unencumbered.” Her confession took me a little by surprise for as much effort and energy as I had put into achieving that same goal. “I wanted to do something out of character, to just let go, have a wild night of no-strings-attached sex and then walk away. And you seemed like the perfect person for that.” I wanted, no needed, more details. “You were clearly a man looking for something similar. You said all the right things, made all the right moves and it took more willpower than you can imagine resisting it all. And yet, you didn’t relent. Not even a little. You just kept making plans, being sweet and chivalrous, showed so much interest in who I am, opened yourself up and somehow you made me start to think about you all the time.” Once again this lady has proven that she is always 2 steps ahead of me. “The process of dating you made me want to withhold the most precious act of intimacy because you made me stop wanting a one-time-fling and made me start thinking about a possible long-term relationship.”
Seems I was, for a while, my own worst enemy. Perhaps somewhere in my mind I knew it and persisted anyway. I confessed that my initial intentions were a lot like hers, only without the ‘out of character’ part and the hesitation she experienced. She continued: “As we dated, I think I wanted you to earn my trust and my favor. I wanted to know you weren’t going to run away if I was difficult or we didn’t agree on something. I wanted to know if you were the man that I perceived you to be, one who could match my strength and stubbornness without hurting me in the process.” It was a lot to think about, but at same time not actually surprising. In that same period of time I too found my mind jumping from option to option, exploring the ‘what could be’ and ‘what has been’ of it all. We all have that internal voice that push us one way or another, keeps us from doing something stupid or challenges us to do something adventurous or out of character. I repositioned myself so I could see her face and she could see mine. I gave her a deep kiss and said “Remember on the rooftop patio when I said it doesn’t matter, that we would get there when we got there? Well, here we are… and it still doesn’t matter how. It only matters that we’re here and we’re happy.”
This is where I want to report that she gave me an intense meaningful kiss and announced that I was the best lover to have ever walked the face of the earth. Instead this is the part where she grabbed my nipple, pinched it and said “Stop being so emotional, you’re acting like a girl.” Then she gave me an intense meaningful kiss. The best lover thing was inferred and implied.
Danielle Steel of the forum!
You know yall are falling in love together....its sweet !
You know yall are falling in love together....its sweet !
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I guess I am not a romantic person LOL, I would prefer my husband to go buy me a new Ranger battery so the damned things works...
From your list , I would probably pick #4 , but what my idea of "relaxing" would be camping and hiking, which is probably totally not what YOUR lady would like. Maybe you should ask her
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we went to a hot spring in Colorado once a long time ago, it was pretty nice after hiking. I think it was called Mount Princeton or near there but not totally sure
found it , it is near a cool ghost town also ( St Elmo)
http://www.hotelsone.com/nathrop-ho...tWr3HVSJKXRWcMc4ZtBIPPElcwLjf9nUaAu4ZEALw_wcB
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Trophy wife right there yall !
edit...theres a bunch of trophy wife/gf older women on this forum. they have looks and highly skilled in wide range of skill sets.
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I think that is up by Buena Vista. I've never been to that one, but a now deceased man I knew worked there for a while.
I understand that Strawberry Hot Springs, up by Steamboat Springs is nice.
My only worry for your forward and very wonderful path of romance and life is the time when her heart and soul are so deeply involved in your life and profession that she will be in mortal fear of what you do.
I know these jobs, and they are very inherently dangerous sometimes, it is like going over a cliff you have looked over with a microscope and finding a loose rock that was missed by all the investigation.
You are driving a car in a high speed protected caravan to a undetermined destination on backroads watching the car ahead for three timed brake light flashes to stop and reverse directions at 90mph and GO.
You are picking up a sealed briefcase with a driver and taking it through the night following all laws exactly to a destination and delivering it sealed as it was, answering only a few expected questions and leaving alive.
She may invade your arena when she gets to that point, I pray not.
I know these jobs, and they are very inherently dangerous sometimes, it is like going over a cliff you have looked over with a microscope and finding a loose rock that was missed by all the investigation.
You are driving a car in a high speed protected caravan to a undetermined destination on backroads watching the car ahead for three timed brake light flashes to stop and reverse directions at 90mph and GO.
You are picking up a sealed briefcase with a driver and taking it through the night following all laws exactly to a destination and delivering it sealed as it was, answering only a few expected questions and leaving alive.
She may invade your arena when she gets to that point, I pray not.
So WOW again Marsh!! Dr. Dud will be kicking himself in the rear once again when he hears what an amazing couple y'all were at dinner! This gal is way more than two steps ahead of you FYI and in a good way! This is truly a meant to be thing!!
While perusing the forum earlier I stopped and thought ‘what the hell am I doing’ before I jumped up, threw on some clothes, let my smart phone work its magic and ran out the door. I sent the lady a text saying “BRB”, which I doubted she would see since she was in the shower, and went to a nearby grocery store. I picked up some fresh bakery muffins, strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, no sugar added apple juice, some thick cut bacon and a 12 pack of extra large eggs. I got back before anyone knew I left, thanks to a woman who opened the outer security door and allowed me to hold it for her. About 5 minutes into washing berries she came out with blown dry hair and light makeup wondering where I went. She figured it out on her own when she saw the groceries. She kissed me on the cheek and said “You didn’t have to do that” as I started cracking eggs. The smell of bacon pulled her daughter into the room, but she just said “good morning” and played on her phone as I cooked. Then we all sat down and ate breakfast together. That’s when the daughter said “If you are going to cook breakfast when you sleep over, you should sleep over every weekend”. The lady looked embarrassed for a second and told me she doesn’t cook very often and almost never makes breakfast. I just said I liked to cook and that it was nice to eat with other people. I did the dishes, which seems to be the love language of this lady, collected my clothing and said my goodbyes. The lady said I didn’t have to go but I know she decompresses on Sunday in preparation for a new work week. Just before I walked out the door the lady gave me a big kiss and told me I was her favorite person before the daughter gave me a hug and told me I was her favorite breakfast chef.
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I am not quite sure you are poking fun at me or giving me a compliment here LOL
compliment for sure...you and a bunch of others !! yall rock i tell ya !
