bedazzled = enchanted

enchanted =

Steve,

Of course there are sensitive men! Andrew seems to be one, for example.
"Sensitive does not mean "sissy"..."Sensitive" can also translate to
"compassionate" and "empathetic".

FYI: JUVENILE (adjective): reflecting psychological or intellectual
immaturity : CHILDISH

There is this spot...it's on the back of my right shoulder, right near
where my neck meets that muscle. I've often thought of having a tiny set
of lips with teeth tatooed there.

OMG ~ just gave myself goosebumps!

As a rule, I'm with ya. But the REAL ME doesn't believe in ~ or support
~ censorship in any form. "Exclusivity", to me, is censorship.

How about a compromise? How about a seperate section for those who
prefer to remain anonymous, or who cannot (for whatever reason) post a
photo?

While standing very close to your intended, slowly and while looking
into their eyes, dip your finger into their drink. Flick the liquid
onto the clothes of your target, then do the same to your own clothes.
Lightly suck or lick your finger and say...

"Let's go somewhere and get out of these wet clothes..."

I've only used it twice. It worked...

Biggest turn on?

Sensing mutual chemistry in the air...

So are you, Paterafan.
How are things looking with your son?

Why are so many people YELLING???

I am ever thankful for the love and early guidance of my dad and his
parents who raised me. In comparison to some other folks I've known, I
was truly blessed by good people before me.

Hey, greeneyedlady42!

Nice to know that somebody knows where I am. I came down here from my
hometown of Arlington, VA in '84 after meeting a soldier while I was
working in the Pentagon. He was Special Forces, and we were married 10
years ~ no kids. When I found out he was having kids with people other
than ME, life changed. We divorced in '93. He left ~ I stayed.

I've been here almost 22 years now, and love it! Would NEVER go home,
except to visit. I lived in Arran Lakes for 10 years, then around Hope
Mills, then Spring Lake, and now I've been in Ponderosa for 1-1/2 years.
Where is/was your neighborhood?

I just love all the boys in uniform... Yummy!

Welcome, FRIEND...
"Hooaah" from Ft. Bragg, NC!

Personally, I don't find your "sense of humor" amusing. I find you both
juvenile and borning.

All women are sensitive. And we are drawn to sensitive, feeling men.
You might want to take a hint.

Wow ~ "my first everything". I'm envious! What a great memory, Girl!

My everyday scent is "Cherry Vanilla". Even girls standing behind me
waiting to get into a club ask me what is that yummy scent I'm wearing.
Occassionally, I wear "Ginger".

I never pay attention to flashy cars. I believe they are intended to
help the owner compensate for what they lack inside. My main
transportation is a black Explorer.

My second ride is an 1982 Harley Davidson FXR. That would be a 1340cc,
5-speed, 54" wheelbased, 800 lb. scarlet red SuperGlideII. Translation?
A cop bike without windshield, fairing or saddlebags. Just flat out
"shit and git". I bought "Scarlett" brand new. She is named
"Scarlett" because "she ain't no fucking wallflower"...and neither am I.

Welcome to you, Jaeh!

We welcome new people, new topics and new opinions. Just jump on in ~
the water's fine...

Hollerin' atcha both from Ft. Bragg, NC.
HOOAAH!!!

Jimatthebeach,

You have given the most sound personal advice (beside hiring an attorney
~ but wait until after the child is born), and I commend you on your
personal experience and insight. I have spent countless encounters with
strangers, acquaintances and friends...listening to their personal
feelings about this topic...and they all come off as petty and overly
emotional. I know ~ this is THIER child we're talking about. But the
real issue always seems to be that neither parents is getting what they
want (emotionally) from the other, and they are using the child as a
platform from which they hope to validate their feelings.

I was raised by my father's parents from age 2-1/2 because after giving
birth to three of us (my older [now deceased] sister being born
handicapped, and my younger sister being extremely premature for that
decade), the female parental unit ran off with her best friend's
husband...effectively breaking up two families. My dad and his parents
never ONCE said an unkind word against my mother, and when we kids
insisted on talking about her, they would compliment her lavendar eyes
and said she LOVED being pregnant.

Sadly, we realized as young adults that she was plagued with being
sexually molested as a child and her own mother resented her, causing
her to have many unresolved issues. Her only coping skills were
manipulation of the people in her life, so we found it hard to be close
to her, and still have no relationship with her. But we were grateful
to our dad and grandparents for not crucifying her.

After all, she WAS our mother ~ and children DO remember what one parent
says about the other's character.

Right off the bat, I need to put up a disclaimer:

"Laws and rights vary from state to state"; and
"I am NOT an Attorney".

That being said, I do work for a great firm with nine attorneys on
board; 4 are Partners and 5 are Associates. Almost every Family Law
attorney in this area charges a minimal consultation fee (my attorneys
charge $80).

I would suggest that you contact the original attorney who represented
you in your Custody procedure as he/she knows the facts of your
particular case. If they have any heart at all, they'll let you make
payments for their services while negotiating with your child father for
reasonable visitation and/or custody.

I know this isn't much to offer you, but it's based on my personal
knowledge anyway. Best of luck, Girlie ~ you're in my prayers, as is
your son (for his well being) and his father (for temperance and logic).

XOXO
Kat

UGH! Thanks for reminding me...

Roger Lafferty was an overgrown, cornfed 5-year old that had just moved
onto our block from West Virginia. He had a completely round head, from
all angles, and thin lips that couldn't keep his spit in his mouth.
This totally gross kid walks into the midst of our little group of kids,
plants a spitty, skinn-lipped kiss on me...then pushed me down ~ HARD.

I was quite the tomboy, so I charged him...and we ran through the
neighborhood like devils. In one neighbor's back yard, I spun out on
some wet apple leaves and went down. He doubled back before I could get
up, so I grabbed an apple in each hand. When he jumped on me, I held my
arms up to keep him off me...and he fell on one fist and broke his
nose.'

Last I heard, he was a State Trooper back in W Va. ICKY!