Ok. POF. What a minefield. Full of users and cruisers, hiders and sliders. Have to be sodding ruthless at the dating game. Had one date. Lovely woman. Looked like felicity kendal on her profile pic. Which was ten years old. Went for dinner. Pleasant personality but she's a chucker. Went to the bathroom to puke after every course. Strike one. Next one another dinner but when she told me what she wanted to do with me....pay the bill and run away time. Latest one I haven't met yet. Third time lucky? But why did she have her teenage son arrested last night....are there any people out there that aren't either predators or broken wings? No. I don't date fellowship members I meet at meetings. I done it once. That was enough. Sponsor reminded me that it's not a dating agency. See trad three. ....onward christian soldiers, onward.
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Mind you, number three at least has been honest. Cautious but honest. Trouble is I can see the big white horse in the back yard rummaging around for my sword, sheild and armour. Must remember I'm no one's knight in rusty armour.
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That's wise advice about not dating people in the rooms. I've heard of people who do and people who date their sponsors....ewwww! (Now there is some real deep doo-doo going on with that in my opinion. It's like sleeping with one's close relative, in my opinion.)
I used to love to watch Cinderella--not the animated version, the one from the early 60's with Lesley Anne Warren and Stuart Damon (also in Young and Restless soap). I would dance around the room pretending I was Cinderella dancing with the Prince. I was probably about 6. At that young age I should have been working my Winnie-the-Pooh-Pooh puzzle (as my dad called it) instead of pretending and wishing for my Prince on a White Horse; and I believe they actually had a white horse carrying them both in the end, to their castle to "live happily ever after". In reality, Cinderella probably would have had five or six kids, gained too much weight from eating too much chocolate cake, and hid booze in the secret passages of the castle while the prince was going out drinking and showing off his "armour" to other princesses in the land of stupid and ridiculous.
Works both ways, biker....you have your upchuckers...I have my horses' asses, not my white horse like I had hoped for. That's life and it kinda sucks, don't it?
When the time is right, the right person will appear ... God's Will be done, not mine ... ... ... (and praying about the situation won't hurt a thing ...)(works for me ...)
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