So you figured out that I am actually an alien from another galaxy. And just when I was begining to believe that no intelligent life could be found here . . .
I am off to uranus now. Catch you on the flip side . . .
Last time I heard that, Gloria Steinam was holding a wine vacuum pump and a bag of Hershey’s Kisses against her naked belly.
You frighten me, lieu, you really do.
I see many valid points, but no deal breakers. My question to you, Ms. AladyLikeNoOther, is twofold.
Can you sail?
Can you keep quiet through 4 quarters (and possibly overtime) of American Football?
If yes to both, then yes, you are indeed approaching perfection. unless, of course, you are a Packers fan
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAAHAHA.
I like that.
I’d be perfect if I weren’t so damned conceited.
Every time I announce my perfection, I suddenly notice that my dress is tucked into the waistband of my pantyhose. I find that humility is not only becoming, but far less embarassingly breezy.
Where is Michael Masterson when you need him? The two of them could have created a breed of superkids.
All your perfections, Lady, and your timing is off. Had you been here about two years ago you would have met your soulmate.
So sad. 
I have already found my soulmate, the arrogant bastard . . .
I have not ever actually sailed but I believe I can if I were taught. I have sailed in my mind, and imaginary trip, inspired by the song “Sailing” by Christopher Cross.
I can’t keep quiet, I got to yell at the players, moan when my team(s) screw up, and hoop and holler and dance around like a lady who has lost her mind when my teams score, sorry . . .
I guess I am not approaching perfection in your eyes then. Does not change the fact that I am in mine . . .
Dear Alady,
How exactly do you turn into a pizza after amking love?
Cheers, Keithy
Cheering for football teams scores a point. “Sailing” by Christopher Cross negates it.
Okay, I was willing to go along with your fun until this nonsense.
I am happy that you feel so good about yourself. No, really I am. But dissing someone who cares about and appreciates his friends doesn’t place you in MY all time list of people who are " as close to perfect as a woman can come . . . ".
In fact, it places you on my list of people who aren’t what they think they are. Just my opinon.
And Patrick? You are a darling, and I love you.
PS…if you aren’t as much of a twit as it looks like you are, welcome to the board and I hope you enjoy your stay.
Ummm, Lady?
You realize that men tend to say a lot of odd things mid orgasm, right? The trick is remember not to take it seriously.
Wow. If Scotti calls you a twit, you’ve really crossed a line. I think that’s actually swearing, for her.
Yes, dear, it is. And I apologize.
I am ill with a cold/sinus thing… and I cranky…but I don’t think I was wrong. I probably wouldn’t have SAID it if I wasn’t cranky, but I would have for sure have thought it.
Maybe I should be cranky more often?
HEY! Maybe if I try REALLY hard I could become CrankyAsAnOld Man! I think that would be REALLy cool, because I think she ROCKS!!!
Is that after making love to myself or to someone else?
Either way, we’re going to be too tired to eat . . .
Scotticher wrote, "I am happy that you feel so good about yourself. No, really I am. But dissing someone who cares about and appreciates his friends doesn’t place you in MY all time list of people who are " as close to perfect as a woman can come . . . ".
Oh but it is ok for that someone to undermine me? LOL! If that is the case, you are all so far from perfect yourselves that you can’t see the light of “perfection.”
I did not “diss” Iampunha. But since you claim it was, why don’t you point out which part of my statement was actually disrespectable. I myself considered it to be humorous of the “messing with you” sort and can’t be blamed if people fail to see the humor in it, including you Scotticher.
What I find interesting is that I start a thread, insult no one and yet people feeling insulted or offended anyway and insult me, undermine me, and make jokes about me (many of which brought tears to my eyes because I was laughing so damn hard) . . .
Where is the love?
I think with that post Scotticher, you just revealed more about your own character than you ever could mine . . .
Hardygrrl wrote, “You realize that men tend to say a lot of odd things mid orgasm, right? The trick is remember not to take it seriously.”
My feelings about myself are not based on other peoples perceptions of me but of my perception of myself. My self percepetion does however, influence other peoples perception of me.
If you or any person takes the time to get to know me, you or they will agree that I am as close to perfect as I say that I am. That is assuming that you or any other person has no psychological problems.