I'm a pretty straightforward guy, so it seems strange to just ignore someone's interest, but then, you make perfect sense with what you said. Thanks.

OK, Bump to the next topic.

... maybe I've not had enough coffee ~ are you saying that I stole your disclaimer ? Are you saying I am a woman lol ? Are you saying ... what are you saying in reference to my disclaimer ????????

~ You're the only woman I ever knew who took my breath away, every time; I remember every word you ever wrote to me, every desire whispered in my ear, every sigh, every moment; I remember being with you in a crowded place and seeing no one but you; holding you in my arms always made me feel like the King of the World; I remember long, intimate conversations with you without ever uttering a single word; I remember leaning close to you, the scent of you filling me with desire, tracing the soft lines of your neck with my fingertips, letting my lips kiss your cheek, as I hold your beautiful face in my hands and kiss you long, slow, deep; I remember endless hours touching your perfect soft skin, feeling every part of you, with no beginning or end to the intimacy, just a perfect ebb and flow of sensation and touch; I could kiss you, touch you, hold you, make love to you, forever ... you were my beloved, my betrothed, but now you are gone, and I fear that I will never be the same ...

wow ... you're beautiful.

Three for you:

* Did you hear about the dislexic devil worshiper ? He sold his soul to Santa ...

* Did you hear about the agnostic, dyslexic insomniac ? He lies awake at night and wonders if dogs really exist ...

* What do you call an atheist just about to be buried ? All dressed up and nowhere to go ...

That is the most discusting thing I've ever heard ...

Roast beef gristle drippings

OK, thanks, I'm at work and just laughed OUT LOUD after reading this !

She'll never read this, but:

~ You're the only woman I ever knew who took my breath away, every time; I remember every word you ever wrote to me, every desire whispered in my ear, every sigh, every moment; I remember being with you in a crowded place and seeing no one but you; holding you in my arms always made me feel like the King of the World; I remember long, intimate conversations with you without ever uttering a single word; I remember leaning close to you, the scent of you filling me with desire, tracing the soft lines of your neck with my fingertips, letting my lips kiss your cheek, as I hold your beautiful face in my hands and kiss you long, slow, deep; I remember endless hours touching your perfect soft skin, feeling every part of you, with no beginning or end to the intimacy, just a perfect ebb and flow of sensation and touch; I could kiss you, touch you, hold you, make love to you, forever ... for you were my beloved, my betrothed, but now you are gone, and I fear that I will never be the same ...

... That's not something you have to worry about. Trust me.

Love it. Keep it going. Tell me what's on your mind. This is especially nice when you don't expect it.

This can only end badly, for you, for your self respect,for her, for her husband, her family, her friends, her life. This will haunt you for the rest of your life. Grow up, get a better dream ~ this one's a nightmare.

... They add you because you're pretty, so just take it as a compliment. You have a great profile, by the way. Figures, you being in another state and all ... well, good luck.

Neither ~ it's German only for me. No disrespect to muscle cars, I love 'em but I'll never own one, and I wouldn't own a ricer if you paid me.

... I actually like to write a letter now and then, but I'm sort of quirky like that; I actually like the feel of the paper, I like how words flow from your mind to your hand and onto paper, an art form of sorts. I like the permanence that a handwritten letter suggests, I like thinking that someone actually took the time to sit down, write something to me, seal it in an envelope, and mail it off ~ there's a certain anticipation in sending or recieving a letter that is indescribeable; I love getting a letter scented with perfume that reminds me of kissing her in that one part of her body that is oh so soft. All in all, I enjoy letter writing and recieving.

... hmmm, sensual AND romantic. Nice combination ...

Lol, lucky them ... makes me want to be a prisoner

OK, Here's my disclaimer for someone I'm dating:

"You need to know this about me: I will never lie to you, I'm stubborn and opinionated, but am sometimes wrong; I like being the one in charge, but I give of myself completely, wholeheartedly ~ I am not shy about my feelings, my wants or my desires; I'll tell you where my heart is at, for better or worse; I'll touch you alot because I want to feel you; I'll kiss you or take you, wherever we are, because I want you. All I want in return is be true to yourself, and don't lie to me."

... I actually like to write a letter now and then, but I'm sort of quirky like that; I actually like the feel of the paper, I like how words flow from your mind to your hand and onto paper, an art form of sorts. I like the permanence that a handwritten letter suggests, I like thinking that someone actually took the time to sit down, write something to me, seal it in an envelope, and mail it off ~ there's a certain anticipation in sending or recieving a letter that is indescribeable; I love getting a letter scented with perfume that reminds me of kissing her in that one part of her body that is oh so soft. All in all, I enjoy letter writing and recieving.

... it seems that nice girls usually wind up with some unappreciatve asshole that treats them terribly. What a shame.