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[taxwonk]

Originally posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?
Always I have seen around me all the games and parades of life and have always envied the players and the marchers. I watch the cards they play and feel in my belly the hollowness as the big drums go by, and I smile and shrug and say, Who needs games? Who wants parades? The world seems to be masses of smiling people who hug each other and sway back and forth in front of a fire and sing old songs and laugh into each others faces, and truth and trust. And I kneel at the edge of the woods, too far to feel the heat of the fire. Everything seems to come to me in some kind of secondhand way which I cannot describe. Am I not meat and tears, bone and fears, just as they? Yet when most deeply touched, I seem, too often, to respond with smirk or sneer, another page in my immense catalog of remorses. I seem forever on the edge of expressing the inexpressible, touching what has never been touched, but I cannot reach through the veil of apartness. I am living without being truly alive. I can love without loving. When I am in the midst of friends, when their is laughter, closeness, empathy, warmth, sometimes I can look at myself from a little way off and think that they do no really know who is with them there, what strangeness is there beside them, trying to be something else.

Play the game, Harding.

[robustpuppy]

Originally posted by bold_n_brazen
Six years is not too much for casual dating/sex. Six years is too many for a marriage.

Trust me on this one.

Uh-oh.

[robustpuppy]

Originally posted by Flinty_McFlint
He's just doing the math in his head, calculating how much more time she has before she hits the wall looks-wise and whether or not he's getting the right odds on his potential time investment.

No. He's worried he won't measure up in bed.

[bold_n_brazen]

Originally posted by robustpuppy
Uh-oh.

Just you wait, girlfriend. I promise not to say I told you so.

Or, in the alternative, you can be the one to prove me wrong.

Either one works for me.

[ABBAKiss]

Originally posted by ThurgreedMarshall
I was not mistaken for a N. African

What do North African's look like? I have never heard this description. I have been to North Africa.

[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
Where are you getting this stuff? You're giving me the willies.

We're all children. We invent the adult facade and don it and try to keep the buttons and the medals polished. We're all trying to give such a good imitation of being an adult that the real adults in the world won't catch on. Each of us takes up the shticks that compose the adult image we seek. I'd gone the route of lazy, ironic bravado, of amiable, unaffiliated insouciance. Tinhorn knights of a stumbling Rosiante from Rent-A-Steed, maybe with one little area of the heart so pinched, so parched, I never dared let anything really lasting happen to me. Or dared admit the flaw...

[greatwhitenorthchick]

Originally posted by Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)
Do they get spooked afterwards? And why? Mrs. Robinson sex is great. Ask Coltrane.

Well, they don't get spooked with me (of course), but some girls who are around 30 or so are looking for long-term relationship stuff, not just sex. And a guy about 24 or so is probably not on the same page. And these things may not be discussed before the sex is had. I have heard that this happens.

[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

Originally posted by taxwonk
Play the game, Harding.

What's that, Meyer?

[robustpuppy]

Originally posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?
We're all children. We invent the adult facade and don it and try to keep the buttons and the medals polished. We're all trying to give such a good imitation of being an adult that the real adults in the world won't catch on. Each of us takes up the shticks that compose the adult image we seek. I'd gone the route of lazy, ironic bravado, of amiable, unaffiliated insouciance. Tinhorn knights of a stumbling Rosiante from Rent-A-Steed, maybe with one little area of the heart so pinched, so parched, I never dared let anything really lasting happen to me. Or dared admit the flaw...

When someone asks a question they are looking for a [substantive] response. I know that is hard to grasp, but mindless ramblings are not what is being requested.

[bold_n_brazen]

I was thinking that the newly single ladies of the FB ought to have a swinging weekend getaway. Cocktails, tattoos, random blow jobs....

Whattya say?

[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

Originally posted by Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)
Do they get spooked afterwards? And why? Mrs. Robinson sex is great. Ask Coltrane.

I was 25. She was 37. Holy fucking shit.

The only thing in the world worth a damn is the strange, touching, pathetic, awesome nobility of the individual human spirit.

[ABBAKiss]

Originally posted by bold_n_brazen
Six years is not too much for casual dating/sex. Six years is too many for a marriage.

Trust me on this one.

Six years in length? Mine lasted five. Or six years in age difference? What about Nic Cage and his little wife?

[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

Originally posted by robustpuppy
When someone asks a question they are looking for a [subsantive] response. I know that is hard to grasp, but mindless ramblings are not what is being requested.

I can't use his post as a springboard for my own?

[ThurgreedMarshall]

Originally posted by greatwhitenorthchick
I like Dr. Phil. I wouldn't watch his show for more than five minutes, but he seems ok.

He is a fucking complete jackass. If I were a penguin, I would strike him down where he stands.

TM

[Flinty_McFlint]

Originally posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?
I was 25. She was 37. Holy fucking shit.

The only thing in the world worth a damn is the strange, touching, pathetic, awesome nobility of the individual human spirit.

Yeah, whatever, granny-fucker.