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It's kind of off putting when a man talks about going to church and loving the lord on sunday, and then talks dirty to the girl next ...
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I think today would be a lovely day to die.. I wont do it.. I never do it.. But I think about it.. and if it were to happen on its own. I th...
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round Robin, campfire progressive story writing, In 500 words or less, add the next part of this story here, or like this page facebook http://www.facebook.com/pages/Campfire-writers/372241962869682 to add in the comments.. . GO!!!!
Mary was a simple woman, she didn't make a fuss, she hadn't had dreams of grandeur in her youth, all she ever really wanted was a good job, a nice home, and a man to call her own. That wasn't what she got. She had been tossed around her whole life from one boarding school to the next, never really fitting in anywhere. No one wanted to be her friend. It would be an understatement to say she was lon
Mary was a simple woman, she didn't make a fuss, she hadn't had dreams of grandeur in her youth, all she ever really wanted was a good job, a nice home, and a man to call her own. That wasn't what she got. She had been tossed around her whole life from one boarding school to the next, never really fitting in anywhere. No one wanted to be her friend. It would be an understatement to say she was lon
ely. The only steady in her life was the loyalty of her little wire haired terrior Papercut, and the ocean.
Sipping coffee on the sand as the waves lapped at the shore, feeling the mist on her face on thsi crisp autumn morning would probably have been any girls dream, and she did appreciate it, but it was appreciated alone, aside from her four legged companion and a few seagulls littering the scenery. She closed her eyes and thought for a while about sharing this perfect scene with a man, noit just any man, but a man who could be her best friend, her last lover, and the father of her future children. But dreams are only meant to be dreams, and finding a man like that would be near impossible given her breath situation. She sighed, for what else can you do, when there is nothing in your future but loneliness, and "ass cheese, with a hint of shit" breath.
Sipping coffee on the sand as the waves lapped at the shore, feeling the mist on her face on thsi crisp autumn morning would probably have been any girls dream, and she did appreciate it, but it was appreciated alone, aside from her four legged companion and a few seagulls littering the scenery. She closed her eyes and thought for a while about sharing this perfect scene with a man, noit just any man, but a man who could be her best friend, her last lover, and the father of her future children. But dreams are only meant to be dreams, and finding a man like that would be near impossible given her breath situation. She sighed, for what else can you do, when there is nothing in your future but loneliness, and "ass cheese, with a hint of shit" breath.
This is only about you if it applies to your life....
It's kind of off putting when a man talks about going to church and loving the lord on sunday, and then talks dirty to the girl next door on monday. Not only did you make a vow to your spouse, but you also made a promise in front of that God you claim to know so well. Im not judging.. Just saying...
my type
Someone asked me today what was my type (men wise), and it got me thinking, if I even have a type anymore. The person who asked me that could very easily be my "type", he makes me think, and I like that. He seems genuine and sincere, and I like that. But he is also the neighborhood hunk, and while I'll admit he is nice too look at, I think a man who can have any woman he wants probably has had, any and every woman he wanted. But friendship wise you should know him. He is an awesome guy, and i am very glad to call him my friend.
Now back to my type. My husband, bless his heart, is not my type. He was 20 years ago, before I knew what a sexual deviant he was, before I know that if I reported the things he's done to me, he'd be on the sex offender list for life. Before all that. He was rough, and rugged, and hard working, and everything i wanted. Now he has left me a broken woman, scared of not just him, but my judgement, and of all men. If he were to die today, Id die a lonely old woman, because I would be terrified to ever put myself in a position to go through the things ive been through again.
On that note tho. I have an idea, of what id like in a man. Not a one night stand, and not a man obsessed with sex, Id want to meet my soul mate. That one man meant for me, who wouldn't dream of hurting me. Who would be patient and understanding, and wouldnt mind listening to my war stories, because he would want to know me, everything about me, all ive seen, and all ive been through, and he would know those dark things, and he would love me anyway. He wouldn;t just be a lover, but a best friend. We'd share life in, and outside the bedroom.
Looks really wouldnt matter. Im not as much about that, as about someone who would treat me right for a change. A couple tattoos, and a little scruff in the beard area wouldnt hurt tho.. and so if he really wanted to hear my answer i think this is what id say. But Its a facebook thing, and im sure my answer was supposed to be more along the lines of , Id want a man with a hard dick, and soft kiss or some shit like that.. Come to think of it tho.. add that to my dream guy list too.. it wouldn't be the worst thing ever for him to have... :) peace
Now back to my type. My husband, bless his heart, is not my type. He was 20 years ago, before I knew what a sexual deviant he was, before I know that if I reported the things he's done to me, he'd be on the sex offender list for life. Before all that. He was rough, and rugged, and hard working, and everything i wanted. Now he has left me a broken woman, scared of not just him, but my judgement, and of all men. If he were to die today, Id die a lonely old woman, because I would be terrified to ever put myself in a position to go through the things ive been through again.
On that note tho. I have an idea, of what id like in a man. Not a one night stand, and not a man obsessed with sex, Id want to meet my soul mate. That one man meant for me, who wouldn't dream of hurting me. Who would be patient and understanding, and wouldnt mind listening to my war stories, because he would want to know me, everything about me, all ive seen, and all ive been through, and he would know those dark things, and he would love me anyway. He wouldn;t just be a lover, but a best friend. We'd share life in, and outside the bedroom.
Looks really wouldnt matter. Im not as much about that, as about someone who would treat me right for a change. A couple tattoos, and a little scruff in the beard area wouldnt hurt tho.. and so if he really wanted to hear my answer i think this is what id say. But Its a facebook thing, and im sure my answer was supposed to be more along the lines of , Id want a man with a hard dick, and soft kiss or some shit like that.. Come to think of it tho.. add that to my dream guy list too.. it wouldn't be the worst thing ever for him to have... :) peace
today would be...
I think today would be a lovely day to die.. I wont do it.. I never do it.. But I think about it.. and if it were to happen on its own. I think today, or a day just like this would be a lovely day for it.. Id like to die with the sun on my face. a cool autumn breeze on the air, and alone.
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