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My Weekend of Being Bad There is a widower that I have gone to dinner with a few times. His last wife had a three year fight with Cancer before she finally went into the spiritworld. He says friendship is good but doesn't want to jump into any serious because two wives have died on him and he doesn't want to lose a third. Dang! Life is terminal. Sooner or later, we all enter the SpiritWorld rather we are surrounded by Loved Ones or all Alone. I am not afraid of the SpiritWorld. My request to the Creator is that I have a chance to experience real love before crossing over into the Spirit World. This weekend, I decided to do something very very wick. Saturday, Our Group had a PotLuck. Somebody brought Strawberries and Whipped cream. I quietly told the widower - If I had you behind closed doors, that whipped creme would be on you instead of the strawberries. He blushed Beet Red. Sunday, we had a meeting. there was left over whipped creame. He observed that there was whipped creme in my coffee. Some of it dropped down into my cleavage. "Dang, I could think of better things to do with this whipped cream besides put it in my coffee," I commented as I winked at him. Afterwards. I drove home - ALONE with Ferlin the Mutt for Company. Creator: You and I need to have a serious talk. There is something wrong with this scenrio?  Abracadabra  |
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Same gentleman? I think you just may be nearing your Real Love! Maybe this is why you headed to where you are now. Ann
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4/30/2007 9:05 am |
Real Love often grows out of male female friendship, I agree Be subtle now don't scare the poor man into the "Spirit World! Now he knows your interested let him do the persuing!
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5/4/2007 3:48 pm |
He was no man of fire. Starwoman you need a bonfire to send your hot embers to the star gods. Must be that dry desert just dries up a man's desire.
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