The Second Batch

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_sacchi does ten bills on birdstone answer your question? and I will overlook you submitting a second question and even answer it as well (but do not tell anyone). I do not think they want to get into my trousers, that would make no sense at all, my trousers would never fit a woman. However I suspect what you really meant to refer was what is in my trousers and that my dear is quite simple.

It is good to be the king.
[like I dont know that "buying shoes" is not a code word for nookie, please chickie]

resilienceI have an unique gift for the most magnificent screw ups, so picking one is fairly difficult, especially as I tend to view failure and screw ups as natural and do not dwell on them. I would say my greatest screw up and the ones that bother me the most have to do with not being in tune with myself. There was a woman I loved deeply once, but at the time I was still reeling from the death of my fiancee, and in a pretty bad place in a lot of ways. I had begun dating again about six months before meeting here (I met her about 18 months after charlottes death) but I wasn't really looking at it seriously, more just trying to do the old one foot in front of the other routine. I pretty much refused to admit the feelings I had for her because I was terrified of opening myself up and being vulnerable again, it was a difficult few months of my slamming the emotional door in her face every time the connection started getting strong and in the end I jumped at an opportunity to move to a different city for a job offer. At the time I rationalized it to myself as the best career move, yada yada. My first sign of how great a fuck up I was making was when I said goodbye, I could see it in her eyes, not anger just surrender. But really it wasn't until later that I realized how much I did care for her and what a fool I had been. As for what I learned from it? I suppose it was one of many mistakes that taught me to be to stay connected with where I am at and no matter how scary it might seem to be vulnerable, to go for it and at least know that I explored it to know what it was and what it was worth, because when it came down to it, I lost out on what was and could have been a great thing because I was simply to afraid to connect with where I was at and acknowledge what I was feeling. I do not intend to let it happen again

azul Mark Twain, Niccolo Machiavelli and Julius Caesar. Because they are my personal heroes, and people who I think I would enjoy talking to as well as learn a lot from them. Mark Twain for his wit and perception, Machiavelli for his political adroitness and Caesar for his understanding of diplomacy and the projection of power.

As for dinner
I would start with platters of olives and cheeses, then beggars purses (sweet cream, capers and caviar wrapped in flats of lox), then a Greek spinach salad with feta cheese, red onions, olives followed by lamb medallions surrounded by an roasted olive compote and garnished with havarti cheese crumbles, accompanied by asparagus in a spicy pepper drizzle. then linguine in a simple olive oil, basil and tomato sauce (like they do in Italy, not a marinara sauce) then a zesty lemon sorbet to cleanse the palate and followed by platters of fruits and cheese, and for dessert, the serving girls *wicked grin* all of this would of course be complimented by flowing stocks of magnificent wine

zaiah honestly darling, I do not recall your post, nor am I sure of exactly what you mean by censored (I assume me mean it in the sense of displaying disapproval), but if you refresh my memory I will do the best I can to explain my thoughts to you.

anjel The Southern Belle accent does wicked things to me, after that it is probably the Aussie & Kiwi



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