I’m not! (Drat the luck!)
I’m not either.
In case you were wondering.
I’m not.
But, as with most of the woman on the board, I wouldn’t mind a bit o’ boffin’ with bear!
{Mr. Bear is still deployed, right?}
I’m not married to her either.
VB, my dear. You’re really trying to get me into trouble, aren’t you? Don’t play the innocent with me! I’ve known you far too long <not to mention too well!> to believe that. 
Ok,Ok. For the record, once again. I am married to Mr Bear, and have been for more than…well…a long time, let’s say. 
Now, if we’re strickly talking fantasies…
<don’t read this part, my love> <good thing he’s gone til tomorrow night!>
Nahhh…I’d better not. That would really get me into trouble! :eek: Let’s just say that even while gone, I did find <re:make> time to check out the people pages. Whew! Drool…
Chief, my dear. BLUSH What a compliment. Thank you! Too bad I can’t come to Norfolk to meet you IRL.
And, yes, he’s still deployed, for many, many more months. <insert sad smilie here>
I sure hope not, Sue! <giggles>
Ummm, shouldn’t that be ‘bare’, Chief?
I’m not married to her either.
Hey birdie! Satellite’s humming again!
VBNaked, bare, dressed, wrapped in saran wrap – after 6 months, packaging is the least of my concerns!
Chiefy - Wait, this means you’ll be all over the board sniffing up my butt again???
YAY!
I’m not married to purplebear, but I do lust after her (and someone else) with the fiery passion of a thousand white-hot suns. Really, I do
I might be. Some of our flirting has crossed the line into shotgun marriage territory.
I’m not either.
I don’t think I am.
But, I got really drunk and can’t remember much of Saturday night, so you never know.
Falcon, my friend, I’m glad you’re not.
Chief. What can I say? You’re incorrigible <or is that encouragable?> wink
iampunha. You’re a sweetie! BLUSH I don’t quite believe you, but you’re very sweet to say it!
drop,m’dear. Flirting with you is always a pleasure! 
Hello, Danalan. Glad to meet you!
Minxmom, I am sure. Trust me on this. 
I can say with reasonable certainty that I am not married to purplebear.
I’m not married to PurpleBear. Not anymore.
Oh, wait – I need a ruling. The woman I was married to was a bear, but she wasn’t purple. Except for this one time when my hands were around her neck. But according to my parole officer she got her normal color back shortly after the cops showed up.
Does that count?
Let’s look at this logically.
PurpleBear -
-never tells me when she spends money
-never asks me for input on a decision
-never fixes dinner for me
-never has sex with me
Yep. We’re married.
Nope. Not married to purplebear here.
I don’t believe that I’m married to PurpleBear. But then again, thanks to tequila consumption, there is that “missing year” in my life, so who knows for sure.
Not married to Purplebear either, wishing I were, or at least someone like her (drat my bad luck).