Tonight I went to coffee with Todd. He was nice. I'm not interested.
After I got home I realized that there is a hole in the crotch of my pants.
Right in front. Which will make my sisters happy because they hate these jeans.
I often wonder if Poo knows I can hear him talking when he is out on the porch. He's discussing me at the moment. It just comes right in my window. This is how sometimes I hear things I don't want to hear.
Ooh. It's late. I'd best be to bed.
Tomorrow I am meeting Greg for dinner.
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The first part of that post cracked me up.
I guess you need to find crotchless jeans for your avatar.
Reminds me of Larry the Cable Guy's joke about crotchless panties:
"The other day, my girlfriend got some of those and when I came home, she said, "Ya want some of this?"
I said, "No way! Look what it did to your underwear!" "
As to your previous thread. Men don't hold a place on their priority list for the woman of their dreams. You have to earn first place, and if the guy is a true Christian, you'll only get second place after Christ.
More than anything, if a guy puts you in the top slot for any reason that is because you altered who you are, it won't last. This is because you will hate doing things that aren't you to be where you want on his priority list.
thw, I think I might do that. or chaps...
sensei, don't get me wrong, I fully intend to earn that place. I've just had some bad experiences where the hobby was the "wife" and I was the "mistress". And I don't think that's right. I think that if there is going to be a human in your life, you should give them more of you than you give to your hobby. or at least equal footing. If we're kissin, and I can tell you aren't in the moment, and I find out that you're thinking about your hobby, then there's something wrong. Of course, in the years since, the hobby has become the career, and I am now an ex, so it all worked out after all! What I am trying to express is that I don't want to feel as though I am not important.
Since I don't date Christians, I don't worry about being in second place behind Christ. I consider myself faithful and spiritual, but I keep that with me. Always. Nothing changes that and nothing can replace that because it's intangible.
I call my dad "Poo" too.
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