Never met the lady, don’t know what she looks like, and do not care.
For some reason, when a lady calls me that, it makes me want to… write bad poetry for her, bring her breakfast in bed with a vase containing a white rose, give her a massage, play my guitar and sing off key, take her to The Nutcracker and not fall asleep, dress up in her favorite colors, fix her favorite dinner with a table set with a magnum of her favorite champagne, undress her with my eyes (when appropriate), buy lingerie from Victoria’s by myself, care for her when she’s not feeling well, and bundle her up when she’s cold.
Yes, I’m a fool for love. And I melt at the word Darling.
Sue me.
Q
(Just wasted another of my rationed posts, didn’t I?;))
I do not know what came over me! It mayhap was a flashback to Guys and Dolls or something of that nature, but I am back to my old ugly bad-ass self now, so gimme a drink of milk in a dirty shot-glass!
Please?.
[thinks to himself] They’re baiting me into posting 3K before my December 23rd anniversary. Ain’t gonna work though! I still got 2 posts left! [/thinks to himself]
Heh. I know what you mean, Quasimodem. On this other forum I post to, one of our few female posters called me a gentleman for being the only guy in the thread that wasn’t trying or joking about trying to get into her pants. It was one of the nicest things that I’ve ever heard said about me. It made me few a lot like this.
Heh. I know what you mean, Quasimodem. On this other forum I post to, one of our few female posters called me a gentleman for being the only guy in the thread that wasn’t trying or joking about trying to get into her pants. It was one of the nicest things that I’ve ever heard said about me. It made me few a lot like this.
Well…I had the pleasure of meeting Cheri at my wedding, and let me tell you, she is just like her posts…[sub], but she didn’t call me darling, grumble, grumble, grumble [/sub]
Um, Dude. Ya’ wanna’ ride-share out to the Pacific Northwest? I mean, Both of us can’t lose, right? One of us is gonna’ get the prize, 50% ain’t bad odds and gas prices are headin’ lower.
My truck’s got new tires, but the steering’s a little loose. What kinda’ shape is your vehicle in?
I can leave Sunday morning.
(Not trying to bait you into posting again or anything)
So, today is my day off and I usually sleep in. But today, I thought I had better set my alarm so as not to miss anything special that might be happening. Here is an account of my special morning.
7AM…Alarm went off. Ran downstairs to brush my teeth…just in case someone was planning on bringing me breakfast in bed. Checked to make sure an empty bud vase was sitting there on the counter. It was. Ran back upstairs and carefully placed my bed tray on the other side of my double bed. Realized I had forgotten my cassette recorder, which I needed just in case someone was planning on serenading me with bad poetry and off-key music whilst I was eating said breakfast in bed. (I wanted to be able to record this magical moment. ) Ran downstairs and got cassette recorder. Ran back upstairs and got it all set up.
Waited.
Talked to the cat and gave her kitty skritches. Talked to her some more. Got yelled at by said cat, who wanted to eat. (YAY!!!..sorry, long story.)
Got up, ran downstairs and fed the cat.
Ran back upstairs. Got settled again.
Waited.
Waited.
Ran back downstairs for a book. Ran back upstairs. Got settled.
Read an entire book.
Gave up. Got dressed, bundled MYSELF up and went outside into the cold, cruel world. Unbreakfasted in bed, unsung to, having heard NO bad poetry and without massage.
