I just got sent this today. lol
Dear Connie,
>
>
>
> I know the counselor said we shouldn't contact each other
during
>our
>"cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I
>swore
>I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy
in me
>talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In
my
>fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I
guess my
>pride needed that. But now I see that my pride's cost me a lot of
things.
>I'
>m tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad
>anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us
does.
>
>
>
> Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our
hurt. And
>this is what my heart says: "There's no one like you, Connie." I look
for
>you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you.
>They'
>re not even close.
>
>
>
> Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Flamingos and brought her
home
>with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the
depth of
>my desperation. She was young, maybe 19; with one of those perfect
bodies
>that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you.
I
>mean, just a perfect body. Tits like you wouldn't believe and an ass
that
>just wouldn't quit. Every man's dream, right? But as I sat on the
couch
>being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we've made
>important in our lives. It's all so superficial. What does a perfect
body
>mean? Does it make her better in bed?
>
>
>
> Well, in this case, yes, but you see what I'm getting at.
Does it
>make her a better person? Does she have a better heart than my
moderately
>attractive Connie? I doubt it. And I'd never really thought of that
before.
>
>
>
> I don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little. Later,
after I'd
>tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I found myself
thinking,
>"Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her flawless
technique
>or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some nagging
feeling
>of
>loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. It didn't
feel the
>same because you weren't there to watch.
>
>
>
> Do you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you.
>Jesus,
>Connie, I'm just going crazy without you. And everything I do just
reminds
>me of you.
>
>
>
> Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met at the Holiday
Inn
>lounge last year? Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of
lasagna. She
>said she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman around. I
didn't
>know
>what she meant till later, but that's not the real story.
>
>
>
> Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and the next thing you
know,
>we
>'re banging away in our old bedroom. And this tart's a total monster
in the
>sack. She's giving me everything, you know, like a real woman does
when
>she'
>s not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids can
hear
>us. And all of a sudden, she spots that tilting mirror on your
>grandmother's
>old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so
we
>can
>watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad, too. Cause
I
>can
>'t help thinking, "Why didn't Connie ever put the mirror on the floor?
>We've
>had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a sex
toy."
>
>
>
> Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the
restraining
>order. I mean, Vicky's just a kid and all, but she's got a pretty good
head
>on her shoulders and she's been a real friend to me during this
painful
>time. She's given me lots of good advice about you and about women in
>general. She's pulling for us to get back together, Connie, she really
is.
>So we're doing Jell-O shots in a hot bubble bath and talking about
happier
>times. Here's this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can
do
>is
>think of how much she looked like you when you were 18.And that just
about
>makes me cry. And then it turns out Vicky's really into the whole anal
>thing, that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you
about
>trying it and how that probably fueled some of the bitterness between
us.
>But do you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby
sister's
>cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you?
>
>
>
> It's true, Connie. In your heart you must know it. Don't you
think
>we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances away and start
fresh?
>
>
>
> I think we can.
>
>
>
> If you feel the same please, please, please let me know.
>
>
>
> Otherwise, can you let me know where the fucking remote is?
>
>
>
> Love,
>
>
>
> Dan
I just got sent this today. lol
Dear Connie,
>
>
>
> I know the counselor said we shouldn't contact each other
during
>our
>"cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I
>swore
>I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy
in me
>talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In
my
>fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I
guess my
>pride needed that. But now I see that my pride's cost me a lot of
things.
>I'
>m tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad
>anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us
does.
>
>
>
> Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our
hurt. And
>this is what my heart says: "There's no one like you, Connie." I look
for
>you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you.
>They'
>re not even close.
>
>
>
> Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Flamingos and brought her
home
>with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the
depth of
>my desperation. She was young, maybe 19; with one of those perfect
bodies
>that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you.
I
>mean, just a perfect body. Tits like you wouldn't believe and an ass
that
>just wouldn't quit. Every man's dream, right? But as I sat on the
couch
>being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we've made
>important in our lives. It's all so superficial. What does a perfect
body
>mean? Does it make her better in bed?
>
>
>
> Well, in this case, yes, but you see what I'm getting at.
Does it
>make her a better person? Does she have a better heart than my
moderately
>attractive Connie? I doubt it. And I'd never really thought of that
before.
>
>
>
> I don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little. Later,
after I'd
>tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I found myself
thinking,
>"Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her flawless
technique
>or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some nagging
feeling
>of
>loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. It didn't
feel the
>same because you weren't there to watch.
>
>
>
> Do you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you.
>Jesus,
>Connie, I'm just going crazy without you. And everything I do just
reminds
>me of you.
>
>
>
> Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met at the Holiday
Inn
>lounge last year? Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of
lasagna. She
>said she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman around. I
didn't
>know
>what she meant till later, but that's not the real story.
>
>
>
> Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and the next thing you
know,
>we
>'re banging away in our old bedroom. And this tart's a total monster
in the
>sack. She's giving me everything, you know, like a real woman does
when
>she'
>s not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids can
hear
>us. And all of a sudden, she spots that tilting mirror on your
>grandmother's
>old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so
we
>can
>watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad, too. Cause
I
>can
>'t help thinking, "Why didn't Connie ever put the mirror on the floor?
>We've
>had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a sex
toy."
>
>
>
> Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the
restraining
>order. I mean, Vicky's just a kid and all, but she's got a pretty good
head
>on her shoulders and she's been a real friend to me during this
painful
>time. She's given me lots of good advice about you and about women in
>general. She's pulling for us to get back together, Connie, she really
is.
>So we're doing Jell-O shots in a hot bubble bath and talking about
happier
>times. Here's this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can
do
>is
>think of how much she looked like you when you were 18.And that just
about
>makes me cry. And then it turns out Vicky's really into the whole anal
>thing, that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you
about
>trying it and how that probably fueled some of the bitterness between
us.
>But do you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby
sister's
>cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you?
>
>
>
> It's true, Connie. In your heart you must know it. Don't you
think
>we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances away and start
fresh?
>
>
>
> I think we can.
>
>
>
> If you feel the same please, please, please let me know.
>
>
>
> Otherwise, can you let me know where the fucking remote is?
>
>
>
> Love,
>
>
>
> Dan
hahaha, oh that was priceless! Especially "cinnamon ring".
Hey Gnappy here's a question for you, if you could live anywhere in Canada where would it be?
I would be somewhere in B.C. just not the coast.
Depends if I had the house bought for me or just had to live somewhere. Housing is super cheap here and I don't mind it but if someone bought me the house I would probably move to Canmore, Alberta. But I have never been out east so I can't really comment.
On second thought, my choice would be next door to you with a good view in the window.
Oh my god the impossible just happened, Bondi, Gnappy and Bob are all on here at the same time I am. I guess that means I better find those pics of my hairdresser and I. lol
Oh my god the impossible just happened, Bondi, Gnappy and Bob are all on here at the same time I am. I guess that means I better find those pics of my hairdresser and I. lol
WoooHoo!!!! the day is mine
My internet connection is probably gonna fail any minute.
Oh my god the impossible just happened, Bondi, Gnappy and Bob are all on here at the same time I am. I guess that means I better find those pics of my hairdresser and I. lol
Holy Hell.... I dont usuallu like ink around a girls breasts but that chick is all kinds of hot in a PINK kinda way, Looks like she'll be a freak in the bed too.
I love the peircing she has just under her eye. Normally I hate peircings but this one makes her look good. I've recently learned that although I cannot pull it off I really like girls with that sexy punk look.
Yup, those suckers are all naturel! Lucky girl.
Lucky husband too. He had quite the hard on don'tcha know.
I bet you he did.... and that is funny because I always imagine Canadians saying "Dont'cha know"
QUOTE(natalie)
I love the peircing she has just under her eye. Normally I hate peircings but this one makes her look good. I've recently learned that although I cannot pull it off I really like girls with that sexy punk look.
I didnt even notice the piercing, but yeah, its kinda punk... and I like it
I love the peircing she has just under her eye. Normally I hate peircings but this one makes her look good. I've recently learned that although I cannot pull it off I really like girls with that sexy punk look.
I hear ya!
As a rule I don't particularly like tattoos or even piercings on girls(even ears, I know I'm a weirdo) UNLESS she's a rocker/punk type girl. Then it drives me wild!
I always wondered why girls liked guys in bands so much. Then I watched a White Stripes dvd and saw Meg White performing and then I knew why.
I bet you he did.... and that is funny because I always imagine Canadians saying "Dont'cha know"
I didnt even notice the piercing, but yeah, its kinda punk... and I like it
I never say dont'cha know, but I DO say fuck a lot.
