Fiona Bruce. She's a drink on a stick is that lass. :rose:
(Dunno who Lorraine Kelly is!)
"Better out than in" as they say. I mean, you wouldn't want a woman to gradually inflate from the inside, as if she's being pumped up by her fella....and, when the pressure reaches a certain point, popping of his erection and going swirling round the room making an extended 'prprprp' sort of noise.
I once made the mistake of going on a Dettox diet :uhoh: They say 'mind your Ps and Qs' but sometimes it's the Ts that need attention....
Perhaps it's something like this:
"When you can take the pebber from my hand....you may reave, glasshoppa"
Teenage boys - wait, louts - who cycle on the pavements. I deliberately walked into one recently simply by refusing to jump out of his way, and cherished the bruise on my shoulder as it brought back fond memories of the little oik sat on his backside trying to avoid bursting into tears :twisted:
Telemarketers who ask 'Am I talking to the home owner?' right out, without even giving me their name. 'Am I talking to a cretin?' is my stock reply.
Extremely tricky situation and I feel for you.
I'm sorry if this seems unhalpful, but as a guy I can't help putting myself in the situation of both the men involved here and feeling much more sympathy for your current guy than for the 'other man'.
Your current guy has allowed/accepted your sleeping with other men. It will be a bitter pill for him if you use that freedom he has given you to fall for someone else. Is that what he signed up for?
Apparently your 'other man' can't - or won't - cope with you staying in the lifestyle, and you doubt your ability to conform to his ideal. Your 'other man' wants you to stop doing the very thing that enabled you to meet him. You are currently struggling to stay within generous boundaries, yet are considering submitting to much stricter ones?
If I was that other man, I honestly hope I would break it off with you for the sake of your current guy because I know how I'd feel in his shoes.
Again, apologies if that doesn't feel very helpful - just my thoughts which you are of course free to ignore.
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"No,no,no Doctor! That's not what I meant when I said I wanted breasts you can't take your eyes off! "
Only if I had a duct that really, really needed taping. Or she had nice breasts.
Coming to a bookshop near you soon - 'Watership Going Down', shortly followed by 'WGD2: Recharge!' and 'WGD3: With a Voltage'.
There's a parallel universe into which 'lost' things go and disappear forever, things like odd socks and cheap biros and anything you put into 'a safe place'. I suspect dummies can find their way in there too. I'm told it's accessible through the back of a washing machine but I'm not about to look in case I get pulled in and have my socks harvested.
"With the greatest of respect"....meaning "I think your talking out yer arse but I'm too mealy-mouthed to say so"
"Hi, Sir, I'm Cindy, Sir, I'm calling from Really Irritating Telemarketing, Sir. Would you, Sir, be interested, Sir, in..." (I put phone down on table very quietly and walk away)
"Do you mind if I ....." Try saying, "Yes actually I mind very much" in reply.
"Have you seen our holiday photos?" Aaargh! (Run, run for your life.)
(Automated voice) "We're extremely sorry for the delay to your journey". Bollocks you are, and what good is an apology, it's a train we need!
One evening about this time of year a few years back, I was walking along a hill path on Skye when a couple came running down the path towards me waving their arms like maniacs. I stepped aside and let them pass, only to find the cause of their distress a round the corner a minute later - a huge cloud of frankly enormous midges! These beggars descended like flying piranhas and chased me off in pursuit of the couple.
Moral of this story: Skye in August would not be my choice of venue for outdoor frolics!
Fleagle from the Banana Splits. Or was it Snork....?