Blues, oldies and country.

YES, Virginia...you CAN be friends with your ex!

In fact, my former fiance' (from a 5 year long relationship) is my best
friend, best confidante, father-figure, brother in arms, and my favorite
booty call, too.

What's more ~ I'm friends with HIS ex-wife, his adult kids, and his
current girlfriend. I see his brothers and sisters-in-law more often,
because the ex lives in the adjoining state while the sibs live where I
do.

Men who assume that just because I am on this board (and they are, too)
that it somehow is a guarantee that I'm gonna rush to whatever city
they're in and screw their brains out.

My shoulders lose a lot of heat during the night, so I like to sleep in
a t-shirt cut off just below the tits.

In winter, I prefer the comforts of a personal heater...a MAN.

You're kidding, right? That actually WORKS?
But I have to ask...why would anyone WANT to?

Gee. Hurt my feelings, whydontcha? No chat here...

FayetteNam or FayetteRaq ~ you decide!

you'll feel the true heart within each of us

I was young, and so was he. But once it was over, I was laying there
thinking, "That was IT?? THAT's what everyone can't wait to do???" It
was so bad, I didn't even THINK about having sex for more than a year
and a half afterward.

What a waste of virginity!

I had a brief relationship (or so I thought) with a young Marine once.
He called once to cancel a date claiming he'd done something stupid and
got extra duty. I saw his high-performance street rod at a skating ring
~ and it was TEEN night! When I told him I'd seen him there (I looked
inside), he swore he wasn't there and tried to use my statement on our
break up.

When I didn't call him for days and days, he came to my job (I was a
cocktail waitress) and loudly announced that he had gonorrhea (sp?)and
that I needed to get treatment right away. While he was inside dancing,
I went to the parking garage with my Buck knife and flattened all four
tires on his car. The next day, I called his Commanding Officer and
reported him for carrying a sexually transmitted disease. He was given
30 days of "quarters" (only allowed to go to do his job and then back to
his barracks).

Yes, I went to the doctor and started treatment immediately. The test
later showed he'd lied, and that I was healthy.

In case he's here, Wesley Grantham of Lakeland, Florida...you're a dick!

I met and married a young soldier my age in 1982, and we married 7
months later. Big Catholic wedding where the Irish girl married the
perfect Italian boy. We were married 10 years.

A year and a half after the wedding, we got stationed at Ft. Bragg, NC
where he aced Special Forces (Green Beret) training. He told me not to
work while he traveled half of each year to Central and South America.

Along with the "super-sized" ego he was issued upon graduation from
Green Beret training, he must have been issued the license to do
whatever the hell he wanted when he was out of country. One surprise
flight to Bolivia brought everything into perspective for me. I walked
up on him and his girlfriend, an American secretary in the US Embassy ~
and he wasn't wearing his wedding ring.

The video tape I took aced my divorce; but in all honesty, there are
times I wish I'd never known. That was the day I realized there was no
"Happily Ever After"...