Now that wasn;t so bad was it?
The Ladies
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Glad I don't have in laws to deal with. My parents were both deceased by the time I was 35 and wife's parents died within last 10 years. Have siblings but rarely see them.
It wasn't really fun either. The less pleasant part felt like a conversation that should have happened in someone's living room without the two men there. I am really hoping not to spend Thanksgiving with these people.
My whole aware life it's been me and pops, and he was either at work or out chasing tail most of the time. The more I get pulled into these family meet and greets, the more I miss those days.
I was in mid-post somewhere here when the lady told me to get off the forum and get into the bedroom. Not sure it was just my pure animal magnetism, pretty sure my blood alcohol volume was going to get me a forum timeout as I was ranting on about something or another and she saved me by the flashing of pink silk undies and the promise of unfettered access. I guess her designated driver duties did not end when the Audi was in the parking garage.
And remember kids: over the limit - off the forum.
I am actually pretty impressed with my post about breakfast up above. It's mostly intelligible with few grammar or spelling errors. Thanks to the voice to text and Grammarly apps of course. Now I have to go see what else I posted and if it made sense.
And remember kids: over the limit - off the forum.
I am actually pretty impressed with my post about breakfast up above. It's mostly intelligible with few grammar or spelling errors. Thanks to the voice to text and Grammarly apps of course. Now I have to go see what else I posted and if it made sense.
I almost remember those daysthe lady told me to get off the forum and get into the bedroom.
And remember kids: over the limit - off the forum.
We lost a good forum member due to not following that rule a few years ago
Whatever all went down yesterday made the lady happy. She has been bubbly and bright ever since getting up after her nearly 10 hours of beauty sleep. Plus she just told me she is going to make some deserts to go with dinner. I have heard her claim that she can bake and produce sweets, but I haven't really seen it first hand. Not sure if it was setting her sister straight on relationship things, having a day of adventure or if it was me infiltrating some lax security to take her on top of a building to watch the sunset last night. Either way she has been very amorous for the last 24+ hours and neither of us ended up in a detention center. Win-Win.
So she made lemon bars with powdered sugar on top and chocolate brownies. Turns out the daughter loves lemony desserts. There were no pre-made mixes or boxes; just flour, sugar, butter, eggs, lemons, chocolate, etc. Plus she made me dig out this massive KitchenAid mixer for her so it sure seems like they were both made from scratch. They look really good and the 1"x1" sample I was provided of the lemon bars was delicious. Then I was told no more until after dinner.
I love good lemon bars
Both the lemon bars and brownies were fantastic and definitely homemade. I was also happy to find out she was making a big platter of them to take to her office so I would not be tempted to eat them all and become fat. Although as often as she wants to do horizontal calisthenics I should have kept some back for quick energy purposes. I don't understand how petite sized people have so much energy and can recharge so quickly.
Do you suppose that your Lady figured out that she is in a far better situation in having found you. And some day may come to the conclusion that you are right about having to be ready for the world to come to it's senses and realize the the current manufactured mess that reward the putting people on a pedestal for getting payed to play a children's game, and later selling Crap associated with said game is almost over.
I would say that somewhere between date #5 or #6 and today, the lady's world view has opened up considerably and the veil provided by misinformation and disinformation is in large part lifted. She is now pointing out obvious lies and deceptions in the news and world of celebrity and her former centrist views are leaning more and more to the right. I don't believe she will ever be a full on homesteader or prepper, but I also believe she will follow my lead in establishing a future with reasonable contingencies and protective measures. The lady is pretty traditional in that way, seeing me in the role of protector and yielding to whatever I believe is the right course of action to that end.
I don't think she has ever really given a crap about sports-ball or sports-ball memorabilia, that's her sisters world. And one that has been shockingly profitable for something that I view as a waste of time and money. She did comment that they live a pretty opulent life based on an industry that could nose-dive or disappear in an instant.
Very, very few people realize that the current world (the whole damn thing) of bread and circuses is designed to make people easier to control and the less practical education (as opposed to being schooled in the ways of society) that a person has the less self sufficient they have the potential to be.
The lady just texted me this with "It was like they made this just for us!".
Here's a fun one for you. The lady announced to me last night that she has closed down all of her personal social media accounts. Facebook, Instagram, X, etc. All deleted and gone. She said that social media is all fake, she is real and she is just going to live her real life. I could tell that she was both happy and proud of her decision, but out of curiosity I asked what brought this on. All she said was that she had been thinking about it for awhile, and that she used to "escape into social media" when her life wasn't very happy and hopeful. Now that her life is very happy and hopeful she sees how sad and fake social media really was/is and how it hurt more than it helped. She suggested I delete all of mine too, but did not push the issue or even ask if I was going to do it. She did however start talking about old hobbies she plans to start back up again.
I like X with Elon at the helm, but the rest I couldn't care less about. I never post anything anyway.
I like X with Elon at the helm, but the rest I couldn't care less about. I never post anything anyway.
So keep us and Elon!!
I got rid of my Facebook account several years ago ... for many reasons. Also got rid of my Nextdoor account, as they are seriously liberal and woke, intolerant of anything Conservative.
Never did have a Twitter, or any other social media account.
This is now the only site I visit.
Never did have a Twitter, or any other social media account.
This is now the only site I visit.
In the totality of the internet I belong to a few gun forums, spend a little time on Reddit, a little more on X and the most time here. The only one I have to be real careful with is Reddit because it's a cesspool of debauchery and extreme liberalism. You have to know how to navigate it to avoid the quick sand. Of course I have one account for guns, meat, cars, military, etc. and another for riling up the retards. It's so easy to get them infighting and so entertaining. Earlier today I posted how feminists being intolerant of transgendered women in sports makes them filthy conservatives and got two groups of libs tearing at each other's throats. Good times. I would hate to give that up. Maybe I can get the lady to create a fake account and join me. We can argue with each other and force people to take sides.
Date night Saturday is all set. A preplanned afternoon activity, dinner at a fancy place, a special guided tour afterwards, then home. All told this date will cost me over a half days pay but should be well worth it. The lady thinks we are going to some kind of boring charity festival, but everything we're doing except dinner has a spooky Halloween theme. Who knows, I may even have something to post in the paranormal thread!
I am currently in the dog house, hopefully she is over it by the time she gets home from the spa. Last evening I was completely worn out and went to bed early. I even announced this in the living room. She came in and was getting all naked when I told her I was serious when I said I was going to bed early, explaining again that I was exhausted and it wasn't a veiled invite for nookie. You would have thought I called her fat and told her she didn't turn me on anymore. Sassy pants stomped around putting clothes on then walked out and slammed the door. I, of course, just went to sleep because I was tired. She made sure to wake me up 3-4 times while she got ready for bed a couple hours later. She did give me a long hug this morning but didn't say much. I better bring my A game tonight or I may have to sleep on the sofa. Sometimes being this irresistible takes a toll on me. 
she wealthy successful business owner and pretty....shes use to getting her way 24/7/365...its good for her to not always get her way at times...lol...if you can handle the heat...i know you can....none of us get our way all the time nor should we....nor take it out on the other person..but we are flawed humans....hope ya have a good night and weekend adventure.
IT SURE IS TOUGH BEING YOU MARSH!!!!I am currently in the dog house, hopefully she is over it by the time she gets home from the spa. Last evening I was completely worn out and went to bed early. I even announced this in the living room. She came in and was getting all naked when I told her I was serious when I said I was going to bed early, explaining again that I was exhausted and it wasn't a veiled invite for nookie. You would have thought I called her fat and told her she didn't turn me on anymore. Sassy pants stomped around putting clothes on then walked out and slammed the door. I, of course, just went to sleep because I was tired. She made sure to wake me up 3-4 times while she got ready for bed a couple hours later. She did give me a long hug this morning but didn't say much. I better bring my A game tonight or I may have to sleep on the sofa. Sometimes being this irresistible takes a toll on me.
he suffers for sure.....lol...NOT !!IT SURE IS TOUGH BEING YOU MARSH!!!!
I live in the dog house, damned if I do damned if I don't. Wife showed me a new recipe. Got the stuff for it, she was going to make it and I told her to leave out the cayenne pepper. She said I take over everything and have to do it my way. This recipe has over 10 ingredients in it. She could sprinkle some cayenne over what she ate.
Well Studley Do Right.I am currently in the dog house, hopefully she is over it by the time she gets home from the spa. Last evening I was completely worn out and went to bed early. I even announced this in the living room. She came in and was getting all naked when I told her I was serious when I said I was going to bed early, explaining again that I was exhausted and it wasn't a veiled invite for nookie. You would have thought I called her fat and told her she didn't turn me on anymore. Sassy pants stomped around putting clothes on then walked out and slammed the door. I, of course, just went to sleep because I was tired. She made sure to wake me up 3-4 times while she got ready for bed a couple hours later. She did give me a long hug this morning but didn't say much. I better bring my A game tonight or I may have to sleep on the sofa. Sometimes being this irresistible takes a toll on me.
. Better your butt in gear and perform.Elke is right, NOBODY gets their way all the time.
Well good news. She came home, put on her silky PJ's, climbed up on my lap, kissed me, told me about her spa experience, kissed me again, asked about my day, kissed me again, asked when dinner was going to be ready, then kissed me some more. I didn't expect any kind of remorse, which is good because I am pretty sure I will never see any. It's also pretty obvious that she is warming me up for tonight. I better start stretching out.
I wonder if I pretend to have a headache if that will cut it or if the PD will arrest her for domestic violence?
I wonder if I pretend to have a headache if that will cut it or if the PD will arrest her for domestic violence?
After last night; are you really feeling that lucky???
Put out or get out!!
I am living in a luxury apartment, for free, with a wealthy beautiful blonde woman who is well out of my league, who for some reason adores me, wants to buy a house for us, has already increased the returns on my investments, can't get enough of me in the sack and provides dental care at no cost. Yeah, feeling pretty lucky.
Chapter 1020:
I decided that we needed to combine date day/night with some Halloween fun, so I set out to merge the two into a fun filled ghostly experience. No, we didn’t dress up in costumes and go door to door begging for candy in exchange for sparing the treat provider from vandalism. We did, however, start out by mingling with the walking dead at the annual Zombie Crawl. Imagine hundreds of people, all in extensive makeup and garb roaming the downtown area, jumping from stores to pop-up bars to dance clubs. The event also includes some contests, photo sets, reenacting the Thriller dance, and more. Of course, the real thrill is watching people in varying quality zombie costumes slowly but surely getting lit and dancing around as drink after drink gets poured down their throats. While the lady and I remained very much alive among the undead, we did participate in their consumption of zombie themed libations. And based on the cool slightly damp weather, it was almost a necessity to do so. We danced a little, we drank a moderate amount, and we snacked on animal flesh and other appetizers as animated corpses moved all around us doing the same, moaning, growling and checking people for brains. That was the part that worried me the most as, other than the lady and I, there were few brains in this part of the community or even the entire community. So we were clearly going to be prime targets.
The walking dead event eventually gave way to a different kind of scary situation, shopping. The area stores take advantage of the mindless drones roaming the streets to offer up bargains and deal to entice the onlookers into their doors. Sales or not the lady cannot get near a row of boutiques without perusing the items, swiping a debit card and handing me the bag to carry. The cocktails and scantily dressed female zombies did help make this part of our date slightly less agonizing than normal so I opted not to pierce my own brain stem to keep my body from reanimating after being bored to death. Plus, the lady seems to enjoy hunting down the perfect item at a good price, so I wasn’t going to deprive her of that. This was a date after all. She also did some shopping on my behalf and apparently, I will now be using the body sprays and grooming products she selects versus my old standards. At one point a store employee referred to me as her husband, as in “does your husband like sandalwood?” She never missed a beat, took hold of the product and just replied “He does now!” as she put it in the basket I was carrying. Somehow neither of them noticed I was there or cared if I did or did not like sandalwood. Of course I had no idea what sandalwood was or how it applied to me.
Once the bags were back in the car and we found ourselves outside of the hoard, we decided to go eat an actual meal. Fortunately, this area has lots of wonderful options in that regard, from cheap and simple to high end and fancy. It won’t surprise you to find out we were a lot closer to the right side of that scale than the left and one that required reservations. Yes, another James Beard award winning chef at a restaurant that describes itself as being ‘elevated comfort food with a modern twist’ and a ‘farm to table dining experience’. We have been here before and were pleased with the food and service, even if I needed the lady to translate portions of the menu. For example, the lady enjoyed pan seared diver scallops, morels, truffle butter, black mushroom sugo, preserved lemon vin and venere rice while I had a prime grass-fed strip loin, black garlic, frico, aji pancha and castelfranco chicory. Yeah, how many words in there were you unfamiliar with? Regardless the food was delicious and the place was warm and comfortable. And while the meal was not inexpensive, for some reason the drink prices were reasonable for this type of establishment. As our next adventure was back outside, I helped ensure my internal warmth by enjoying a couple old fashions while the lady had a lavender gin fizz, and some kind of upscale alcohol infused lemonade in a huge glass. Other than casual conversation, the only topic of note was the ongoing discussion of our future together. The lady is all in on “us” and is making a lot of long-term plans that she wants both my input and agreement on, although I am not sure either was actually necessary as she seems to be moving forward regardless. She is clearly a planner and wants to develop timelines and establish to-do lists. The chat made me realize if I ever wanted to surprise her with anything in the future, I would have to be quite cunning. After a shared dessert we set out on foot for the next item on our Halloween themed date experience; the after dark adults’ only walking ghost tour!
Straight into the city’s dark side, the lady, I and a few other couples set out to learn about haunted building, scandalous locations, ghostly activities, gruesome deaths and other haunting tales as we traveled on foot and toured the former red-light district, historic taverns, old hotels, and other places with a lurid past. No gory detail was spared by our tour guides who were as theatrical as they were knowledgeable. It also didn’t take long for me to realize why this tour was labeled as “adults only” as some of the tales were indeed quite dark, gruesome, sexual and verbose. With a few planned jump scares, some spooky ambiance, and often ghoulish locations we made our way through this traveling show consuming the Spanish coffees we collected at one of the taverns, alcohol filled Spanish coffees. I enjoyed watching the lady, who clearly scares easily, getting more and more uncomfortable as she clung to me tightly. And she was not the only one. One of the women also participating in the tour appeared to exist just a foot short of having a panic attack. Her gasps and brief screams added a lot to the tour, so much so I almost wonder if she wasn’t planted there intentionally by the tour company. Overall, it was fun for what it was and more importantly it was perfectly on theme.
Once complete we made our way through the light crowd and back to the car. The lady didn’t feel sober enough to drive, which made me laugh as I knew that at least half a lemonade and a full Spanish coffee ago, so I took the keys, and we set out for home. On the way we stopped to pick up a dozen fresh baked extra-large artisan cookies and a dozen gourmet donuts. This is where she announced to the store clerk, several times, that she loves me. The clerk gave us an extra donut with little candy hearts to celebrate our love, probably in hopes of getting us to leave. And with this public display I discovered that the frequency in which she expresses her love for me is directly proportionate to how many alcoholic beverages she consumes. Once on our way home again my very tipsy date decided German leather be damned and was one cookie in before we even pulled into the parking garage. Getting her, the cookies, the donuts, the shopping bags and myself into the apartment was an adventure of its own and one that was likely captured on the video surveillance system of the apartment complex. I am confident the security staff had a couple good laughs at our expense. Had there been a stop button in the elevator they would have gotten to watch a live adult show too. Turns out alcohol fueled love is very amorous in nature. Unfortunately it also turns out that alcohol and sugar-laden cookies overload one’s system and they have to be carried from the front door to the bed, stripped down and covered up by their boyfriend.
Also, for your information, no zombies, ghosts or specters were harmed in the course of this date. But some brains cells and portions of our livers may have been.
I decided that we needed to combine date day/night with some Halloween fun, so I set out to merge the two into a fun filled ghostly experience. No, we didn’t dress up in costumes and go door to door begging for candy in exchange for sparing the treat provider from vandalism. We did, however, start out by mingling with the walking dead at the annual Zombie Crawl. Imagine hundreds of people, all in extensive makeup and garb roaming the downtown area, jumping from stores to pop-up bars to dance clubs. The event also includes some contests, photo sets, reenacting the Thriller dance, and more. Of course, the real thrill is watching people in varying quality zombie costumes slowly but surely getting lit and dancing around as drink after drink gets poured down their throats. While the lady and I remained very much alive among the undead, we did participate in their consumption of zombie themed libations. And based on the cool slightly damp weather, it was almost a necessity to do so. We danced a little, we drank a moderate amount, and we snacked on animal flesh and other appetizers as animated corpses moved all around us doing the same, moaning, growling and checking people for brains. That was the part that worried me the most as, other than the lady and I, there were few brains in this part of the community or even the entire community. So we were clearly going to be prime targets.
The walking dead event eventually gave way to a different kind of scary situation, shopping. The area stores take advantage of the mindless drones roaming the streets to offer up bargains and deal to entice the onlookers into their doors. Sales or not the lady cannot get near a row of boutiques without perusing the items, swiping a debit card and handing me the bag to carry. The cocktails and scantily dressed female zombies did help make this part of our date slightly less agonizing than normal so I opted not to pierce my own brain stem to keep my body from reanimating after being bored to death. Plus, the lady seems to enjoy hunting down the perfect item at a good price, so I wasn’t going to deprive her of that. This was a date after all. She also did some shopping on my behalf and apparently, I will now be using the body sprays and grooming products she selects versus my old standards. At one point a store employee referred to me as her husband, as in “does your husband like sandalwood?” She never missed a beat, took hold of the product and just replied “He does now!” as she put it in the basket I was carrying. Somehow neither of them noticed I was there or cared if I did or did not like sandalwood. Of course I had no idea what sandalwood was or how it applied to me.
Once the bags were back in the car and we found ourselves outside of the hoard, we decided to go eat an actual meal. Fortunately, this area has lots of wonderful options in that regard, from cheap and simple to high end and fancy. It won’t surprise you to find out we were a lot closer to the right side of that scale than the left and one that required reservations. Yes, another James Beard award winning chef at a restaurant that describes itself as being ‘elevated comfort food with a modern twist’ and a ‘farm to table dining experience’. We have been here before and were pleased with the food and service, even if I needed the lady to translate portions of the menu. For example, the lady enjoyed pan seared diver scallops, morels, truffle butter, black mushroom sugo, preserved lemon vin and venere rice while I had a prime grass-fed strip loin, black garlic, frico, aji pancha and castelfranco chicory. Yeah, how many words in there were you unfamiliar with? Regardless the food was delicious and the place was warm and comfortable. And while the meal was not inexpensive, for some reason the drink prices were reasonable for this type of establishment. As our next adventure was back outside, I helped ensure my internal warmth by enjoying a couple old fashions while the lady had a lavender gin fizz, and some kind of upscale alcohol infused lemonade in a huge glass. Other than casual conversation, the only topic of note was the ongoing discussion of our future together. The lady is all in on “us” and is making a lot of long-term plans that she wants both my input and agreement on, although I am not sure either was actually necessary as she seems to be moving forward regardless. She is clearly a planner and wants to develop timelines and establish to-do lists. The chat made me realize if I ever wanted to surprise her with anything in the future, I would have to be quite cunning. After a shared dessert we set out on foot for the next item on our Halloween themed date experience; the after dark adults’ only walking ghost tour!
Straight into the city’s dark side, the lady, I and a few other couples set out to learn about haunted building, scandalous locations, ghostly activities, gruesome deaths and other haunting tales as we traveled on foot and toured the former red-light district, historic taverns, old hotels, and other places with a lurid past. No gory detail was spared by our tour guides who were as theatrical as they were knowledgeable. It also didn’t take long for me to realize why this tour was labeled as “adults only” as some of the tales were indeed quite dark, gruesome, sexual and verbose. With a few planned jump scares, some spooky ambiance, and often ghoulish locations we made our way through this traveling show consuming the Spanish coffees we collected at one of the taverns, alcohol filled Spanish coffees. I enjoyed watching the lady, who clearly scares easily, getting more and more uncomfortable as she clung to me tightly. And she was not the only one. One of the women also participating in the tour appeared to exist just a foot short of having a panic attack. Her gasps and brief screams added a lot to the tour, so much so I almost wonder if she wasn’t planted there intentionally by the tour company. Overall, it was fun for what it was and more importantly it was perfectly on theme.
Once complete we made our way through the light crowd and back to the car. The lady didn’t feel sober enough to drive, which made me laugh as I knew that at least half a lemonade and a full Spanish coffee ago, so I took the keys, and we set out for home. On the way we stopped to pick up a dozen fresh baked extra-large artisan cookies and a dozen gourmet donuts. This is where she announced to the store clerk, several times, that she loves me. The clerk gave us an extra donut with little candy hearts to celebrate our love, probably in hopes of getting us to leave. And with this public display I discovered that the frequency in which she expresses her love for me is directly proportionate to how many alcoholic beverages she consumes. Once on our way home again my very tipsy date decided German leather be damned and was one cookie in before we even pulled into the parking garage. Getting her, the cookies, the donuts, the shopping bags and myself into the apartment was an adventure of its own and one that was likely captured on the video surveillance system of the apartment complex. I am confident the security staff had a couple good laughs at our expense. Had there been a stop button in the elevator they would have gotten to watch a live adult show too. Turns out alcohol fueled love is very amorous in nature. Unfortunately it also turns out that alcohol and sugar-laden cookies overload one’s system and they have to be carried from the front door to the bed, stripped down and covered up by their boyfriend.
Also, for your information, no zombies, ghosts or specters were harmed in the course of this date. But some brains cells and portions of our livers may have been.
