Did something similar on our anniversary to Cracker Barrel not as fancy as a speak easy. An elder black lady, I assume her daughter , and two ,children under 10 are seated next to us. The children sat and colored. Were not loud , didn't get up from their seats, and were very respectful. Told wife to give them the money for the meal, she said no it is your ideal. I am kinda intimated looking 6'2 290 lbs with large tattoos on both arms. I got up and handed the money to the elder woman. She was shocked, I told her it was because the children were so well behaved. I think she started crying but I left. Marsh I will wear long sleeves to the ceremony, so as not to offend the lady with your red neck friends.
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Did you see any of the recent pictures Hash posted on FB of Alexandra? Man! I asked when the next coven meeting was because I want in on that voodoo!
I am not into mixing or merging funds. She just gets excited about money and sees it as a competition. She puts a lot of work into having her money make more money. Which I guess is cool, its just not my thing. But she has outperformed my wealth manager and the S&P index for the last 4 years straight and she has documentation to prove it. And not by a little bit, by a lot. So I am probably going to let her have it and see what she can do. The wealth manager did something today she didn't like, so she went to intercede and he basically told her she had no say. Which I imagine is like wrapping your leg in bacon before stepping into piranha infested waters.
Also I find it increasingly harder to say no to her. I presume she is drugging me with micro-doses of GHB or possibly a hypnotist who uses ****s to take control of my mind.
Sounds like a hell of a trip
you and i will backpack roan mtn.
3rd week of June. Flame Azelas and Rhodedendren will be in full bloom
Apartment Life-Lesson #6: gay guys really like me and it's apparently flattering.
So I am working out in the fitness center, getting hot and sweaty in my tank top as I force things to resist gravity. First gay guy comes over and comments that has has seen me around the complex, then he asked what section/floor I'm living in. His domestic partner, or so I assumed, comes over and starts chatting too. I am in between sets but more interested in my workout than becoming friends, so I excuse myself and return to my dumbbells. I finish that set and they walk over again and continue talking, eventually inviting me to a party they are having Saturday. That's when gay guy #2 asks if I am single then informs me that there will be some couples and some singles at the party.
I informed him that I was dating/living with a woman on the other end of the building and thought she already made plans for the weekend. They looked at each other, then at me and said "You're straight!?". Ouch. Then the first guy says "But you workout all the time, you dress well and your hair is always perfect". I apologized for being a heterosexual and said I simply cared about my looks and my health. The second guy said it was a shame but he still wanted me to come to the party if I could and that I should bring my lady with. They gave me their apartment number and told me they would see me around the complex.
I told all this to the lady who thought it was hilarious and declared I should be utterly flattered "the hottest mom and the two richest gay men in the apartment complex are all after you". Har-Dee-Har-Har
So I am working out in the fitness center, getting hot and sweaty in my tank top as I force things to resist gravity. First gay guy comes over and comments that has has seen me around the complex, then he asked what section/floor I'm living in. His domestic partner, or so I assumed, comes over and starts chatting too. I am in between sets but more interested in my workout than becoming friends, so I excuse myself and return to my dumbbells. I finish that set and they walk over again and continue talking, eventually inviting me to a party they are having Saturday. That's when gay guy #2 asks if I am single then informs me that there will be some couples and some singles at the party.
I informed him that I was dating/living with a woman on the other end of the building and thought she already made plans for the weekend. They looked at each other, then at me and said "You're straight!?". Ouch. Then the first guy says "But you workout all the time, you dress well and your hair is always perfect". I apologized for being a heterosexual and said I simply cared about my looks and my health. The second guy said it was a shame but he still wanted me to come to the party if I could and that I should bring my lady with. They gave me their apartment number and told me they would see me around the complex.
I told all this to the lady who thought it was hilarious and declared I should be utterly flattered "the hottest mom and the two richest gay men in the apartment complex are all after you". Har-Dee-Har-Har
Damn Marsh. Not good havin queers chasing you
It's all part of big city life I guess, not the first time I have been approached by someone from the other team. They were nice guys just not people I am going to socialize with and they were 1000x better than the burly trannies, blue hairs and rainbow screamers you see out and about. They are just gross, untreated mentally ill people roaming free in the community. The lady is still laughing about it as I cook her dinner.
If the lady has enough of him, he only has to move within the complex!! And he doesn't lose his car friend! Keep them options open Marsh, lol!!
Maybe my car friend and I can become a non-practicing gay couple! None of the gross stuff but all of awesomeness of two Challenger owners living together and exuding coolness from every pore! I bet he owns guns too!
Nah, it wouldn't work. Women and gay dudes would just end surround the building like horny zombies until the supports gave out and collapsed, killing us all. It's price I pay for these rugged good looks.
rural guy goes to city story.....lol
I think you are safe NOT keeping other options open! 
All I know is that when you live with two ladies, and we have to vote over which movie to watch, I always lose! It's chick flick central around here! I am going to demand we provide an extra vote to whomever cooks dinner.
That would still be a tie and tie goes to ladies every time. Kinda like our elections.
Oh sure, I get settled in with these ladies and then the perfect place opens up. I could have slept right next to Charlene! By the way a certain 40+ year old white woman said the other day that she never thought she could be jealous of a car, but she often finds herself hoping I talk about her the way I talk about Charlene. Then she threatened to name her car Fabio and have a an XL gear stick installed.
1 Vote for the Dishwasher...!!!
Curious? Do yo feel like you belong at the lady's apartment or like you are just visiting? Do you feel like you have to keep everything perfect and always worried about saying and doing the right thing. An example you are watching TV with the lady, your stomach starts hurting bad from gas. Do you fart on the couch or get up and go to another room? When wife and I were first dating, I would walk outside and let one rip. She figured out what I was doing and said you don't have to keep leaving. That was probably the worst decision she ever made.
I feel like I was sentenced to 6 months in a halfway house. This is her apartment and will always be her apartment. I am just sleeping over every night. She tries hard to make it "our" place, but it never will be. I am hoping when we move into a house it will feel more like our place, but if she is the sole owner than it probably won't. So I guess it just depends on how it all works out.
I am still shutting the door whenever I use the restroom and reserving flatulence for enclosed spaces with exhaust fans. Fortunately I don't overeat, what I do eat is pretty healthy, and every day I take a natural fiber supplement. So my exhaust is closer to a hybrid 4 cylinder than a diesel big rig. The lady on the other hand is 100% okay leaving the door wide open and let's her "fluffs" go whenever the feeling presents itself, yet somehow they are always quiet and free from odor. I presume she eats flower petals and cinnamon sticks before bed or something. She will even come into the bathroom when I am showering to use the toilet and then talks to me the whole time. Meanwhile I am wasting 1,000 gallons of water because I don't want to come out until she's done and gone. I bet she would be okay with those side by side couple's toilets.
I was just wondering. In our house about 2400 sq ft I am never more than 10 foot away from a stashed firearm. Don't carry on me in house but I have them every where and hidden from grandchildren but when we go a trip it is a pain in the azz to het them put into safe.
I put my gun on when I wake up and take it off when I go to sleep. I don't even walk to the toilet at night unarmed. I have a long gun under the bed, a couple long guns in the closet safe, a full size handgun in a lock box in the night stand and another in a lock box in one of the living room end tables. When we buy a house there will be a lot more guns at the read because I will be able to build in stashes and safes all over.
We just went for a nice long walk and stopped for lunch. The lady wants to be actively house shopping as soon as we arrive at 2025, in case the place needs some remodeling or cosmetic changes. She has a list of must haves as long as my arm so I imagine house shopping is going to be super fun. She was also ultra clear that no matter the how, this is going to be "our home". If that means splitting the cost, getting married, entering a civil union, publicly declaring our common law partnership, or her writing on a cocktail napkin "I give half my house to this man" and marking it with an X.
Turns out she has an appointment with her lawyer this week to talk about legal partnerships and the legal stuff with her ex. She eagerly invited me to come with. For whatever reason it never occurred to me that any such partnership, without restrictions, would involve her business interests too. So I just told her maybe she should go alone, in case the advice she received was to restrict aspects of her property, money, business, etc. for her own protection. She told me to stop thinking with my brain and laughed. Then she gave me that lingering stare of hers and said "like it or not, I am all in with you".
Turns out she has an appointment with her lawyer this week to talk about legal partnerships and the legal stuff with her ex. She eagerly invited me to come with. For whatever reason it never occurred to me that any such partnership, without restrictions, would involve her business interests too. So I just told her maybe she should go alone, in case the advice she received was to restrict aspects of her property, money, business, etc. for her own protection. She told me to stop thinking with my brain and laughed. Then she gave me that lingering stare of hers and said "like it or not, I am all in with you".
OMG what an awesome love story!! 
OMG what an awesome love story!!
Or... Or... I am being turned into a stepford wife.
A stepford wife with guns, two gay workout friends and a domestically abused buddy with a green Challenger.
Soon she will rip you away from them all!!Or... Or... I am being turned into a stepford wife.
Soon she will rip you away from them all!!
I am perfectly fine with that. Although I will miss Challenger guy and his horrible woman friend.
You won't have time to miss anyone, you'll be busy cooking and cleaning!
Well, it happened.
I actually convinced her to watch an action film, promising a 3:1 or 4:1 romantic comedy to shoot-em-up ratio. I think she enjoyed the movie even more than she claimed too, that was until she fell asleep on the sofa. I didn’t disturb her and just finished the movie alone, turned off the television and perusing the internet for items of interest. This lady can sleep for a long time when left undisturbed and does so with so little noise I almost want to get a mirror to make sure she is breathing.
Her daughter’s not so quiet return to the apartment ended her mom’s extended nap. The younger clone joined us in the living room and reported on her day’s adventure and all the gossip her friends had to offer. They might as well have been speaking Portuguese for as well as I was keeping up with their exchange. After all of the mission intel was passed on and her days activities had been discussed the question of what to do for dinner was posed. You would think this would be a simple thing to agree on, but it was not. Several suggestions came and went before consensus was reached; we would just order in Chinese. The daughter invited the young man who recently escaped the friend zone over and he of course showed up right away. We played some more cards and a board game before the food arrived and was quickly devoured. Then, of course, a wire needle was placed on a spinning vinyl disc and music began to emanate through the room.
The lady and I shared a brief dance in the hallway before settling back in to her comfy sofa with a glass of wine in her hand and a bottle of soda in mine. The daughter was sitting in an oversized chair covered in blankets even though the room was not cold, as her guest sat on a stool next to the kitchen island staring blankly at his iPhone. I don’t recall exactly how it got started but I made a joke at the lady’s expense and the daughter joined in on the ribbing. Everyone was laughing and poking fun at one another. The lady set her wine down and came over to attack me with tickles instead of words. Yes, I am ticklish. I am a man who could easily withstand torture from ISIS or the Taliban as long as they used water boarding, pliers and sharp metal instruments; but if they had a long feather I would be in hell and quickly sharing secrets. Worse yet the lady is not ticklish in any way, so my only counter is to utilize wrist locks and other holds to cease her attack. With her now on top of me, my hands firmly but gently around her wrists, she leaned in for a soft kiss before looking me in the eyes, letting out a long happy sigh and saying “Do you know how much I love you?”
So this is what a heart attack feels like. There was an odd tightness in my chest and an explosion of electricity in my brain. I could not see the daughter or her boyfriend, but I knew they were both staring right at us with open mouths. As frozen in the moment as I was, in some sort of shock at those words, the look on the lady’s face was both relief that she finally just said it combined with a mixture of impatience and trepidation. I opened my mouth and said “Of course you do, I am quite loveable”. Sometimes my sarcasm and wit takes over for my brain in the void of clear instructions. Fortunately in this case, my heart jumped in and course corrected the entire mental processing and communication systems. She tilted her head a little and intensified her gaze before I managed to confidently say “Yes I do, I love you too.” Her smile expanded and her eyes lit up as I released her wrists and she wrapped her arms around me as I wrapped mine around her in a very tight and powerful embrace. Just then I felt the sharp weight of her daughter added to the mix. This hug quickly went from a two person event to a three person sandwich with the lady in the middle. I looked over and saw the friend just standing there alone by the kitchen island and suggested to the daughter that it really wouldn’t be fair to leave him completely out of the action. She got up went over and gave him a hug as well. It lasted a bit longer than I would have expected and the smile on his face was at least as large as the smile on the Lady’s.
So anyway, apparently the lady loves me. Later last night she told me she has been wanting to say it for weeks but was afraid of scaring me off or freaking me out. And maybe afraid I wouldn't say it back. She said her brain told her it was "way to soon to say it, but she didn't give a ****" because she "knows what she feels" and she "knows what she wants" and she's "too old to piss away her life waiting to get to the next chapter".
I actually convinced her to watch an action film, promising a 3:1 or 4:1 romantic comedy to shoot-em-up ratio. I think she enjoyed the movie even more than she claimed too, that was until she fell asleep on the sofa. I didn’t disturb her and just finished the movie alone, turned off the television and perusing the internet for items of interest. This lady can sleep for a long time when left undisturbed and does so with so little noise I almost want to get a mirror to make sure she is breathing.
Her daughter’s not so quiet return to the apartment ended her mom’s extended nap. The younger clone joined us in the living room and reported on her day’s adventure and all the gossip her friends had to offer. They might as well have been speaking Portuguese for as well as I was keeping up with their exchange. After all of the mission intel was passed on and her days activities had been discussed the question of what to do for dinner was posed. You would think this would be a simple thing to agree on, but it was not. Several suggestions came and went before consensus was reached; we would just order in Chinese. The daughter invited the young man who recently escaped the friend zone over and he of course showed up right away. We played some more cards and a board game before the food arrived and was quickly devoured. Then, of course, a wire needle was placed on a spinning vinyl disc and music began to emanate through the room.
The lady and I shared a brief dance in the hallway before settling back in to her comfy sofa with a glass of wine in her hand and a bottle of soda in mine. The daughter was sitting in an oversized chair covered in blankets even though the room was not cold, as her guest sat on a stool next to the kitchen island staring blankly at his iPhone. I don’t recall exactly how it got started but I made a joke at the lady’s expense and the daughter joined in on the ribbing. Everyone was laughing and poking fun at one another. The lady set her wine down and came over to attack me with tickles instead of words. Yes, I am ticklish. I am a man who could easily withstand torture from ISIS or the Taliban as long as they used water boarding, pliers and sharp metal instruments; but if they had a long feather I would be in hell and quickly sharing secrets. Worse yet the lady is not ticklish in any way, so my only counter is to utilize wrist locks and other holds to cease her attack. With her now on top of me, my hands firmly but gently around her wrists, she leaned in for a soft kiss before looking me in the eyes, letting out a long happy sigh and saying “Do you know how much I love you?”
So this is what a heart attack feels like. There was an odd tightness in my chest and an explosion of electricity in my brain. I could not see the daughter or her boyfriend, but I knew they were both staring right at us with open mouths. As frozen in the moment as I was, in some sort of shock at those words, the look on the lady’s face was both relief that she finally just said it combined with a mixture of impatience and trepidation. I opened my mouth and said “Of course you do, I am quite loveable”. Sometimes my sarcasm and wit takes over for my brain in the void of clear instructions. Fortunately in this case, my heart jumped in and course corrected the entire mental processing and communication systems. She tilted her head a little and intensified her gaze before I managed to confidently say “Yes I do, I love you too.” Her smile expanded and her eyes lit up as I released her wrists and she wrapped her arms around me as I wrapped mine around her in a very tight and powerful embrace. Just then I felt the sharp weight of her daughter added to the mix. This hug quickly went from a two person event to a three person sandwich with the lady in the middle. I looked over and saw the friend just standing there alone by the kitchen island and suggested to the daughter that it really wouldn’t be fair to leave him completely out of the action. She got up went over and gave him a hug as well. It lasted a bit longer than I would have expected and the smile on his face was at least as large as the smile on the Lady’s.
So anyway, apparently the lady loves me. Later last night she told me she has been wanting to say it for weeks but was afraid of scaring me off or freaking me out. And maybe afraid I wouldn't say it back. She said her brain told her it was "way to soon to say it, but she didn't give a ****" because she "knows what she feels" and she "knows what she wants" and she's "too old to piss away her life waiting to get to the next chapter".
told ya...... !
