Gone in 60 Seconds. John Woo is a genius. I was mesmerized from the first scene: “I need to get my tool” (the brick) I won’t bother to list my favorite cars in order. I will just assume that we all share the same non-platonic lust for Eleanor and all the rest of the “ladies”.
Breech, tanookie? Already a rebel. I wonder if he would flip out of spite if you stood on your head. Tell the boy I said to rub your poor stressed lower back (from the inside) if he is so bored. Your organs are not there for his entertainment, as we have said in so many different ways over the past few days.
Simple Dreamer, I swear we lived a life parallel. Except my good boy friend took me for rides in a 67 chevelle, and the bad boy had a brand new Corvette.
if6was9, fine with me if all the women in your sphere don’t recognize the prince in their midst. That just leaves more of you for us to share, right girls?
Hee Hee! like I said before… I REALLY didn’t see the sexual connotation but I’m blinded cuz I’m a big Hendrix fan. Maybe y’alls minds are just in the gutter!
Davebear said he would be out Friday and Saturday… and then he hasn’t posted all day Sunday, either. Sounds like his weekend went pretty good!
Psalex, glad you got a chance to get away and do some thinking. Hope it all works out for the best for you.
if6was9, if it helps any, I got the Hendrix reference right away. Let me guess, we’re in the same age bracket. I think you are if I remember correctly. (Although I don’t think other folks are that much younger?) Dave probably got it, too, but we won’t know until he gets BACK HERE! Not that I need to live vicariously through his weekend life or anything…
Wyatt, you poor thing, you need some Echinacea and a nice cup of lemon tea with honey and some homemade chicken soup. And you need to keep warm. ~Nice and warm~. A person can’t subsist on rice alone you know.
Good to see you back, Psalex. I think I speak for all here when I say we’ve certainly been concerned. I second what tanookie said about following your heart and your intuition.
No blisters, per se, but I managed to garner some nice bruises. I’m most proud of this gorgeous one on my right shin, about 3"x5" … quite lovely, I must say. Got a nice scratch on my right ankle too (through my boots!) from slipping on some breakdown in one passage. Oh, and a gouge on my back, just at kidney level, from rising before I was clear in one crawl. Ahh, caving! The spot between my shoulders isn’t as bad as my pecs are. I did lots of pressing and pushing to shimmy down in some spaces. My legs and butt are worst of all. We hiked over a mile in and lost 1000 feet of elevation just to get to the cave entrance, then had to retrace that out. There was also the “Kublai Kahn’s Camel Racetrack” passage with no less than 6 HUGE hills of breakdown and mud … up and over, up and over …
Warm hands would not be unwelcome anywhere right now. I can’t even begin to explain how bad work is gonna suck tomorrow … I work upstairs! :rolleyes:
LOL! And I thought I had it bad when it comes (no pun intended!) to cars. It’s funny, I too caught part of Gone in 60 Seconds today, and I thought about my fellow car nuts in this group.
Salem, speak for yourself, but I most definitely live vicariously thru D’bear’s love life! (It’s so much more interesting than mine… )
Anyways, I’m 41, but my age doesn’t really tell what kind of music I listen to! (Music is a HUGE important subject for me!!!..) I listen to blues from the '20’s, '30’s, '40’s, '50’s, MUCH and very varied from the '60’s, grew up in the '70’s… Most of the '80’s I dismiss… I like a LOT of stuff from the’90’s, and have really grooved on a lot of stuff from the 21st century… (Like Jane’s Addiction’s latest!)
Hmmm. That’s two. Maybe the rest of us guys should be taking lessons from If6was9.
Ah. {{{{Jaade}}}} I hate that part of breaking up. Reality needs to be more fictional. The “Discussion” scene should be immediately followed by the “Ex leaves with a suitcase” shot. Preferably, their own suitcase, and preferably with only their own stuff in it.
It’s not the love part you’re mistaken about; that is how it’s supposed to be, though it rarely is. The mistake is in believing that the old “love conquers all” adage applies to problems. It doesn’t; it only means that everyone is vulnerable to falling in love. Love can make up for a lot, but it can’t change reality. (See what I mean about reality needing to be more fictional?) We all have hopes, desires, needs, strengths, weaknesses, personal and interpersonal problems, and loving someone intensely doesn’t change that. Love may allow one to tolerate or overlook or, in some cases, not even notice some incompatibilities, but it doesn’t change who we are.
As for me, the 36 hours I had with my lady were way too little. They were wonderful hours, when we could stay in the moment and not think about the looming separation, which turned out to be as painfully wrenching as we feared it would be. So, yesterday, after we’d parted, was fairly torturous. And, a phone call I got from her as I was getting ready for bed gave me some unpleasant realities to ponder which, along with the resulting poor night’s sleep, have resulted in the thoughtful, but less than ecstatic, mood in which you find me, today.
I know I said somewhere on these very boards that love does not conquer all! Especially if that love is one sided. Compromise, understanding, cooperation, communication … these things may be able to conquer all but not love alone.
And is that not the least informative and most disappointing Dave update yet? We’re left with gripping questions like WHO is this mystery lady? How freaking far away does she live? How did this get that intense that quickly? What unpleasant realities? gah what a cliffhanger
The last thing I wanted to do this morning is think… Where’s Rue’s MMP?!
Hey you guys! Happy Monday…not the glorious happy I was in last week but it is nice to read all the stuff you guys wrote over teh weekend. You all make me smile.
Jaade honey - my heart goes out to you. Reminds me of my divorce. I lived that way so long and I know how hard that is. I don’t know what to say to make itbeeter. I’m sorry but I know limbo isno way to live. Just try to make it through one day at a time and maybe try and find as much time as you can with friends and family. You know we all love you.
Tanookie - c’mon miracle mom…just a little more. She’s getting a little stringer each day and before you know it she will be smiling up into your eyes. You know it’s worth it!!
Rocky - Oooo la, la…a nice hard work out…resulting in sore muscles…grrrr…hot sweaty dirty…yummy. My mind was not on spelunking at least not in the caves of Tennesee.
Psalex - The more you talk the more uncannily alike we are…that is so much something I would do. Both waking up and finding I am in the same relationship over andover and over. Giving and giving and giving and finding I am not getting much in t=return and having to get away alone to find my space. I love to camp alone…tent or not. I think you are my long lost twin I didn’t know I had.
Dave - Sounds like you had a nice weekend but you are being very slective about the details. IT’s nice to be private. Generally I find the less people say the more special the relationship so that is a good thing. I hope ti works out for you but you know we want to know everything. Who is she? Where did you meet her? What is she like? Bug, bug? We want all the dish!
As for me, I went and played the ponies Friday and didn’t even bet all the races…was more interested in drinking. Ended up at a bar where I nearly drunk dialed Studmuffin (who by the way is also named Dave) I forced myself to give my phoe to my girlfreind - at least I had ONE brain cell of dignity left in my head.
But he did call me and we had lunch on Saturday…he said he had some important things to tell me.
Opinions from the men of this thread…
He says:
He really needs the companionship and emotion and intimacy that he has with me but when he has it it starts to scare him and he feels claustrophobic and he starts to fuck it up. Wel I have certainly seen that many times before. But when he doesn’t have it he misses it. I told him it was up to him to figure out which was the stronger need for him.
Basically my approach through this whole things has been to put the ball back into his court no matter what he does. I offer him the choice but I haven’t forced his hand at all. I’ve seen women do that to him in the past and he basically runs. Instead I kind of leave it open but not so open he can have his cake and eat it too. He doesn’t quite know what to think about that.
Group, I need a hug. Gryphon the 130-pound puppy is at the vet today, getting altered and dewclaws removed. He has a very hard life (came from the animal shelter; was in there for nearly a month) but is a very good and obedient Boy and Mommy is worried.
I have no extended family, (Everyone but mother, father, sister already gone by the time I was 25) and Johnny Cash was very much a beloved uncle to me. (He was my husband’s great uncle) Heard “Boy Named Sue” in the grocery store this morning, and teared up a little. Danced for a minute with the meat-cutter-man, who also seemed a little teary-eyed. Why do we idolize famous people? Is it just me, or did anyone else find the Man in Black to be supremely cool, not just because of his talent but also because of his obvious love of wife and family?
Ahhh… the joys of being a girl with a tender heart and touchy hormones. How are all the other girls today? mipiace, my sister in fierce independence; tanookie, the other worried Mommy; Simple Dreamer, who is feeling the dreary weather with me, Jaade and White Ink, my sisters in transition. Chime in, please, and reassure me that we are all okay.
You got your hug sis! Of course Johnny Cash was cool. And he was a rebel too inthe true sense of the word. Italains say that people are never gone as long as they are remembered so he isn’t gone, he’s living right there in your heart and that of the butcher…
Do you think all the glum moods are just because it’s Autumn?
mipiace, hon, “sore” doesn’t even come close! I thought I was in reasonable shape. HA! Fooled myself! And I’ll give you my thoughts later this afternoon on the Studmuffin front you mention, when I’ve got some time to ponder and write a bit.
Dearest Psalex, many, many BIG hugs to you. I, too, found Johnny to be supremely cool, though I never had the pleasure of knowing the man in the way you did. My heart goes out to you in this time you find yourself in. Know that my prayers and thoughts are with you, kiddo.
My word, but y’all are maudlin this morning. Who poured cold water on the party?
**mipiace, **sorella, something you said caused me to surface. I hope it helps. Or at least makes sense. About finding yourself in the same relationship over and over and romantic love vs. realistic love. 'Samattafact, Dave touched on it, too.
Eventually, the romantic love that we all crave and want will start to ease off. This is not a bad thing. It’s exhausting, for starters, to feel that intensely ALL THE TIME. I think people forget that. If there’s a foundation there, a real foundation, then that love will deepen into something more solid; something involving respect, trust, and genuine like of the person you fell in love with.
Oscar Wilde said (and I’m paraphrasing) that it takes great courage to see all the little imperfections in the person that you love, and still keep loving that person anyway. And he was right. The beginning, romantic stages of love are not what keep you together. It is the recognition of who this person is, and the fact that they trust you enough to let you see them for who they really are enough to become a part of each other. That their happiness is paramount to your own. And the knowledge that this person, no matter what happens, will be there, and understand, and love you anyway. This is love. And it’s worth fighting for. No matter how bigh the obstacles are.
You make a good point. I actually do leave a lot of stuff out about the muffin that I have mentioned to a few people I’ve corresonded with provately about him. It isn’t all pasion flowers. There are some other things between us besides just the romance. Will it develop into something more? I kind of think that is where we are at now…it will or it won’t…I am not sure. I know it isn’t something that can be forced to happen.
Always second thoughts with this one…but I am finally making the decision to stand firm and be on my own for a while. I’ve never been “single” really…since I was 16 years old. I was engaged the day I graduated high school, the day I broke up with him, my once and future husband was my shoulder to cry on… I left the husband and found the current man two months later.
I need to know what I am thinking and feeling is valid and I need to stand on my own feet. (I’m afraid I don’t understand your T-Shirt comment.)
~gasps~ Dismiss the 80’s?!? How can you dismiss the 80’s and sing I’m Turning Japanese in two back to back posts?
Would that it were so Dave…although we are doing ok, we are talking a lot and communicating in a way that we haven’t done in a long time.
That’s very true, love is strong, but it can only do so much without help.
Hear, hear! You don’t have to tell us everything dear Dave, but after what we knew about Theresa, I feel so left out of the loop!
mipiace, you are such a doll, thank you for the kind words. I’ll be ok, I’m sure. I am doing exactly what you suggest, taking things one day at a time and just sitting back quietly.
~hugs~ It’s ok darlin’, and we will all be ok. There’s a lot going on for many of us right now, and things are up in the air, which makes people nervous. I hate being unsettled, I hate the unknown…or I guess, change from my routine (not the brush my teeth kind of routine, the bigger picture type of routine.)
Johnny Cash will be sorely missed by many people around the world. I think the deaths of both him and John Ritter really shocked a lot of us and has made the past few days strange.
I’m sure your puppy will be fine, the vet does these kind of procedures every day. ~hugs~
Sounds like you need a hug of your own. ~hugs~ If you need to talk, send one of us an email darlin’, it’s hard to shoulder problems all by yourself.
Maureen, you make a very good point. There’s more to love than the tingly feelings, it’s not easy, and like tanookie said, there’s more to a relationship than the romance.
When you fly solo for the first time, your flight instructor cuts the tail of your shirt off. The shirt tail goes up on the wall of the flight school to commemorate your first solo flight. You don’t achieve this milestone for crow-hopping (Practicing take-offs and landings- but only after you leave the ground alone and return after fighting gravity for about 20 minutes. I am not sure about the origins, but the tradition is world-wide.
Metaphor for telling you the obvious: if you leave him, we will love and support you. If you change your mind and decide to try again, we will still love and support you. No one will hold you to your plan to leave- (no one will cut off your shirt tail and declare you solo until you are certain you are ready to fly alone)
Hugs and kisses to all. Am doing okay, well, I guess I am, Mr. Dude is in fact talking to me, so apparently I didn’t destroy everything in the zero-to-bitch in less that 15 seconds moment that I had on Friday night.
That’s the good news, bad news is bizzy at work, maybe can’t play til wednesday or so.
Will replay to the various & sundry e-mails as soon as I can.
Wyatt Here ya go, hot compresses for the sinuses, box of that lotion embedded kleenex for da nose, hot Throat Coat tea, back up thermos of hot lemonade, back up thermos of hot chicken broth… Tanookie You feeling any better from your cold yet?
Rocky You don’t get nearly so banged up when you do the rock climbing outside of the mountain. Well, maybe. Just sayin’
