saulgoode wrote:
> On Jun 26, 1:03 pm, Vickie <lilliputianbizz...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
>> On Jun 26, 10:38 am, "YooperBoyka" <cjd...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
>>
>>> Vickie wrote:
>>>> On Jun 26, 8:00 am, "YooperBoyka" <cjd...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
>>>>> saulgoode wrote:
>>
>>>>>> She was a gymnast in her younger days. You could tell.
>>
>>>>> Sweet.
>>
>>>> Bittersweet, from my window seat.
>>
>>> Really?
>>> How so?
>>
>> I suppose I am in a mood.
>>
>> I remember that feeling he is moving towards, that first spark, those
>> wonderful, lustful first dates, and sometimes as much as I try to
>> convince myself that what I have, this deep intimacy with my husband,
>> it can seem so minor compared to first love feelings.
>>
>> I try hard to bring those feelings to light now and again. Spice it
>> up, you know? But it gets difficult. You get into these roommate
>> patterns and then the fog clears and you go, wtf? I love this man, he
>> is my husband, I was crazy for him, where did my insanity go?
>>
>> And here is Saul, looking for the insanity, which will eventually
>> turn to a slow sizzle, to a simmer, then life sets in. Bittersweet.
>>
>> (Sorry Saul, I took you through the process quite quickly and of
>> course you may stay in the craziness for a long, long time.)
>>
>> I don't know, YooperB, I am usually a romantic for this type of
>> thing. I do get lucky to be one of those that can get inspired by
>> someone else's words and actions. And usually would be over-the-moon
>> excited for him. Like I said, I am in a mood.
>>
>> Maybe this is the kick in the pants I need to start working at
>> getting some spice back, yes?
>>
>> Yes, that is how I will look at it. :-)
>>
>> Hmmm, what to do, what to do....
>>
>> Vickie
>
> ...
>
> Sleep on the couch, both of you. Fall asleep there watching a movie,
> drink a little beer (Stella?).
>
> Sleep in his boxers & tee ****rt, then give them to him to wear to work
> the next day.
THAT I useta *love*!
....um,...occasionally I mean,...sorta...nevermind.
>
> Shave the pooch. Not the dog, the pooch. Get it?
>
> Tell him to grow a beard, or shave if he has one.
>
> Write something for him on the bathroom mirror. Put a little heart in
> the corner, don't erase it.
>
> Txt him a nekkie pic. Do it while you know he's supposed to be in a
> meeting. Those are great.
>
> Douse him with the sink rinser hose thingie-jig. At least get him in
> the crotch. Don't know why, but all guys love this.
>
> Switch sides of the bed. Hell, flip it head-to-head. Switch sinks and
> closets if you get frisky.
>
> Re-arrange your furniture.
>
> Take a solo vacation, just you. Or let him take one, just him.
>
> ...
>
> Frankly, I've been through what I call "giddy-dating" so many times
> that the luster's gone off it. I like it, sure, but I keep my
> expectations realistic.
>
> Realistically, I'll never hear from this woman again. Realistically,
> if I do, then she'll go out with me a few times, then jog back over to
> her comfy-ol boyfriend -- breakups have a way of really fanning that
> little spark you miss. This is the scenario four-out-of-five times,
> I'd say.
>
> Sure, maybe this'll be the big ticket for me. But probably not. Just
> another random number I'll delete in a few weeks, no lottery this
> time. Nothing more than a neat little story, I think I thought I
> thunk.
>
> But, God has a way of ****ing with me. I told Pop yesterday, "You
> know, God has a way of ****ing with me. He'll run me off the road,
> flip me upside-down in the ditch in the middle of a global nowhere,
> for no other reason than I'm supposed to be there. When I finally come
> to and look around, it's exactly where I wanted to be, actually, and
> God's laughing His Ass off because now I have to walk."
>
> We'll see.
>
> In your case, dearest, just hang in there. Nobody's in it for the
> dadgum sparks.
Y'know, I'm glad you jumped in first on that one.
I was actually bein' kinda shallow and superficial with
the "sweet" comment, and then I thought that maybe Vickie
useta be a gymnast too and then...
I realizes I been a little flip and...
I was holding on to her post thunkin' and...
Yours popped up.
Vickie?
Yeah,...what he said.
Sparks and fireworks is kinda overrated.
You can keep some in there and it's cool and all
but genuine respect can go a long way.
....this from a guy whose marriage B'sploded.
;^)
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