Rants and Raves / Dumb Ass Questions.....Part 1
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Posted:Mar 8, 2011 7:20 pm
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Rants and Raves / Dumb Ass Questions.....Part 1
*** Note*** The author of the following blog is not responsible for any hurt feelings, residual resentment or philosophical issues that may arise when reading. The author is well aware he may upset others with his statements and truly does not care. Enjoy.
Okay folks, another new blog from the old boy, but for all of you waiting for the next adventures in dating, that will have to wait another week or so......time to change things up a bit. So this time around I have my usual rants and raves after being on the site for a couple months, along with a bunch of questions about the site, the people on it, people’s behaviour, and just things in general......so this means it is interactive.....I expect some answers damnit.....lol.
Rants and Raves
Okay, after surfing the site a fair bit, something I have noticed, is a completely distorted sense of self in some people. One of the issues of this virtual universe is that people get much more attention than they would in the real world....hence an inflated ego soon to follow. There is absolutely nothing wrong with confidence and pride, but when a bunch of drooling guys sitting in their mothers basement are online telling you “you are the most beautiful woman in the world” the fact is they may not be completely without agenda......, each and every one of us will have more success finding what we are looking for if we are a bit more realistic when we look in the mirror.
Now in the same vein.....when you put up nekked, and provocative photos up publicly on a profile on an adult site like this.....despite whatever you say you are looking for, people will approach you...seriously folks, this is the “me” universe where the only thing that matters is how it affects “me” , and a sexy and beautiful woman putting up provocative photos is going to get a bunch of knuckle draggers approaching her no matter what she says in her profile......that’s reality....so either take the photos down, or stop they whining
Okay I know I am in the minority when it comes to my personal ethos on this site, but surely even the most open minded and sexually experimental people have to shake their heads when you read a profile of a married person saying they have the most amazing relationship with their partner, love him/her to death, but are just looking for something on the side.......come on seriously am I the only one who says “who’s kidding who?”
Okay this is just bitchin on the big old boys part, but come on, at our age.....40 plus.....what the fuck is with the spelling and typos....and I mean the most basic grammar.....lol, granted I am just an old hillbilly/soldier, but even I can string a couple words together and spell them right.....occasionally...
Okay more ranting on profiles, seriously....I was surfing a profile recently, an attractive lady, with about 50 guys commenting on each of her pics, when I realized that most of her photos were of different people. I mean it was so obvious only an idiot would miss it...yet the same boys were commenting away....is there some shared delusions out there I don’t know about....you don’t call me on my bullshit, and I won’t call you on yours?
And speaking of which.....the biggest fucking lie online or anywhere, “I don’t judge”.....OMG, are you kidding me.....we all judge, every day, with every single person we come into contact with, or observe. When you choose to answer an email or not, that’s a judgement, when you choose a sexual partner, that’s a judgement....so give it a rest already.
Now I have had the debate with enough friends lately but there is no-one who can convince me, on any level, where casual sexual relationships can come even remotely close to emotionally based relationships.....yet so many seem determined to change my perception of this.....why?....it smacks of rationalization. I personally don’t care who you fuck, or how....and with what kitchen utensil, but the fact remains that no matter how amazing that experience may have been, it would or could have been better between two people who have feelings for each other.
Okay enough of the ranting....now on to the dumb ass questions.....and remember folks, I expect some answers....
Dumb Ass Question #1
Okay I have to ask....is tying a rope around your boob actually sexy...and I have to ask....doesn’t that hurt like hell???
Dumb Ass Question #2 (2 parter)
What is the point of a testimonial to someone you haven’t met? Is it just another way of fishing for that individual’s attention?
And secondly, do testimonials about someone with a previous lover affect your opinion of that person, or of expectations of them?
Dumb Ass Question #3
Okay in most folks profiles we express what we want in an ideal partner....now as I am constantly reminded, this is a sex site, where people can find others for NSA sex, so what the hell does someone’s financial security have to do with their sexual compatibility??? I definitely miss the logic in that one.
Dumb Ass Question #4
Okay....someone define “no strings attached” relationships, because for as many folks who are looking for casual sex with a stranger...they sure have an awful lot of prerequisites.....doesn’t one preclude the other?
Dumb Ass Question #5
Okay I have seen the statement “Looking for a real man” enough times to make me wonder, what the hell is a real man....given that they seem awful hard to find?
Dumb Ass Question #6
Okay, this is a personal question, I have met and made some wonderful friends on this site, from all over the world, but so far, that’s all they are.....friends.....and most of them I have met due to my blogs.......so the question is......Has blogging made me unfuckable?
Thanks for taking the time to read my ramblings, and hopefully I get some answers to those things keeping the old boy up at night.
Sarge
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Adventures in Dating.....Part 2.....Meeting the Missus
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Posted:Feb 28, 2011 5:09 pm
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Adventures in Dating.....Part 2.....Meeting the Missus
Okay folks I am back for some self-flagellation and a few hundred public chuckles in the continuing adventures of dating for Sarge through the years. Part 1 took you through the misadventures of a horny and now we will move on to the most significant relationship of my life.....the Missus. And after reading this I truly want you to all think one thing.....would I have married this guy??
Now we have to roll back the calendar to the year 1983, I had joined the army a little under two years earlier, had gone through basic(had some short ass NCO keep telling me he was gonna poke my eyes out and skull fuck me). Topped my class in battleschool (weird the things we take pride in), gone through jump school and had gotten my wings. I was 20, 10 feet tall and bullet proof and had the attitude to go with it....God I was a cocky little shit, and of course in my maladjusted mind I was God’s gift to women.....I will let you decide.
I was a typical young guy, with too much money and not enough brains, and to be honest I truly hadn’t learned a lot about women, though good luck telling me that. One Saturday I and one of my buddies had decided for some reason to go the local mall, and as most 20 yr old boys, whatever we shopping for was secondary to checking out the skirt. Now before I go further, I can honestly say, never in my 20 years had I had a real relationship, I had never been in love and as will soon be obvious, I was fucked when it happened.
There she was......sitting at the mall information booth...gorgeous brunette hair to the middle of her back, the most incredible green eyes, and god the most beautiful creature this boy had ever seen. I remember the exact instant I saw her....I was walking with my buddy and saw her and then proceeded to trip over some ladies baby-carriage(you will soon see a common theme in this).....here I am sprawled on the floor and having some Korean lady yelling at me and I can’t take my eyes off her.....and she smiled (of course she smiled, she just saw some big idiot run over a lady and her baby).....I fell in love.
Well that was it, I just had to know who she was, talk to her, meet her....but how? There I was standing in the middle of the mall, with my buddy and all my attention is focused on this girl. What I hadn’t even noticed was behind me some travel agency was doing a promotion and had a Hawaiian band and dancers on a stage performing. While I was busy boring holes in this poor girl with my eyes, in the back of my mind I heard the announcer say they were looking for some volunteers.....well lucky me, I had an idiot friend there with me who proceeded to volunteer both of us.....next thing I know I am up on stage, a plastic grass skirt around my waist being taught to hula dance directly in the line of sight of this girl....and she is roaring.....sigh.....I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. After what seemed like 4 hours one of the dancers came up, thanked me, and place a lei around my neck and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
To this very day, I have no idea what made me do what I did, I definitely didn’t plan it, but the second I got off that stage, I walked up to the information booth, placed that lei around her neck and kissed her on the cheek. And it worked!.....lol, that is the start of the old boys awkward courtship of his missus.
Now in my defence, all my previous “relationships” were more casual than anything else, other than desire, I sadly never really felt anything for any of them. Now things are different. I was in love. She smelled great, when she smiled I felt like King of the Universe, and I could live forever just hearing her voice whisper in my ear. So of course, being me, I did my best to screw it up.....
For example, there was our first date.....dinner in the lounge at Boston Pizza.....hard to fuck up right....wait for it....there is me coming out of the restroom, which of course opened right on to the lounge, with everyone staring at me, at which point I realized why the washroom was pink with no urinals.
Then there was the time, a few months into things, where we decided to go for dinner and she met me at the barracks. Being a nice night we decided to walk to the restaurant, where we had a lovely dinner before returning to the barracks to get my car and drive her home. Guess what??? I locked my keys in my room....so being Superman, I decided to climb up on the roof and go through my window. I asked her to give me a boost....lol, sorry but you have to picture, a 6’2 240 lb soldier asking a 5’6 125 lb girl for a boost.....and so I grabbed the edge of the roof while she was boosting me and decided to swing myself up and BANG, I kicked her right in the face......sigh....and broke her nose........you know I can’t make this shit up. Trust me I always had my keys after that.
Then there was the time we decided to go bowling, ROFLMAO, sorry but even I laugh at this one. The bowling alley was in another mall close to her house, and it was in the middle of a mall, in the basement. So you had to walk through the mall, and then down the stairs. Well me being the hot stud and fashion icon I was, I was wearing my super tight acid wash jeans (it was the 80’s), and a really cool tie dyed T-shirt that showed off all the young muscles. Well we got our shoes and were having some fun, by the way I suck at bowling, always try to throw the ball too hard, and as usual trying to show off for my gal. It was my turn, and I grabbed the ball, lined myself up, took two steps, raised the ball and let her go....and RIIIIPPPPP.....my skin tight jeans split right up the ass....and guess who was going commando? The missus was roaring...I am beat red, everyone in the bowling alley is staring at my ass, and all I can do is run up the stairs, find the nearest store and buy another pair of jeans.....the world watching my little white ass the whole way.
Wait, it gets better. Most of you don’t know the old boy, but I don’t drink, never have, and that is relevant to the next tale. This was the time I was going to meet all her friends for the first time. I was a nervous wreck and this was a big house party being thrown for one of her friends as a birthday party. Well we got there and things started fine, I met her friends and initial impressions were positive, but I really felt that I stood out like a sore thumb. I stood a head taller than anyone else and was the only one not drinking, so of course the rational decision to make, was to have a couple drinks, just to fit in....sigh....well not being a drinker, I had no idea what the effect of booze was. Someone gave me a bottle of peppermint schnapps, well hell it tasted it pretty good, and so there I am, standing in the crowd and throwing back the bottle....I had emptied it in about 20 minutes. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was hammered, felt a little dizzy but alright for the most part.
Now there had to be 40 people at the party, all standing around, when I noticed a big scuffle in the middle of the room, some guy had crashed the party and some girl was giving him shit and trying to kick him out.....well in steps Sarge, drunk as a skunk and I grab the boy by the scuff, haul him out and start beating the crap out of him on the front porch. .... well the next thing I know is people are screaming at me, turns out the guy had been in some accident or something and had hurt his back.....so there is me....at the missus’s friends birthday party, meeting them for the first time, and I get drunk and beat the crap out of some disabled idiot......great first impressions. The missus came real close to dumping my ass on that one, thank God she realized I was nervous and drunk, and that I didn’t drink.
And lastly, there was the time after we got engaged....I was over at her brothers and sister-in-laws for movie night. I have to give some background information on her brother, he isn’t the biggest guy and he absolutely worshipped me because I was a soldier, so he always tried to be macho when I was around. But the truth was, he had this phobia.....he hated horror movies.....and to make matters worse, I love to scare people (yeah yeah its easy when you look like me). So we were downstairs on the big couch watching one of the Nightmare on Elm Street movies. Well I went upstairs to go to the bathroom, and while I was up there I went into the kitchen and taped a bunch of butter knives to my fingers (just like Freddy Krueger).....lol. Then I spent the next half hour, on my belly, sliding quietly down the stairs and low crawling until I was right up behind the couch. I was laying there, the missus’s brother in between the two girls, waiting for just the right time, and of course, I timed it perfect. Just at the scariest part of the movie I reached up over the couch, and grabbed her brother by the neck with the knives on my fingers......roflmao...to this very day I still howl when I remember it. He screamed in a way that must have hurt dogs ears for miles around, and from the sitting the position, he jumped straight up and over the couch, and over me, and was up the stairs in a heartbeat......I lay there laughing hysterically, God I swear a little pee came out, and the two girls beating the crap out of me, but I didn’t care....it was worth it.
Now I won’t drag this out much further, but there are many more stories about me hiding under the bed and grabbing her ankles to scare her (the reason we eventually got a dog). Threatening and then throwing her mother in the shower fully clothed when her mother teased me about my haircut (yes I used to have hair). Not to mention the time I was late picking her up from work because I decided to stop and buy a new car....lol.
So tell me folks, who in their right mind wouldn’t marry such a graceful and charming young man???
Adventures in Dating.....Part 3....Online Dating will be coming out in a week or so.....trust me, this is the one you want to read....lol.
Sarge
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Adventures in Dating....Part 1....The Years
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Posted:Feb 21, 2011 11:03 am
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As something new, I thought I would reflect on my own personal dating history, as humorous and strange as it’s been. I thought I would take the opportunity to go back over all the memories, the good, bad and the ugly. Starting right from the beginning.....now this may take more than one entry in the blog so be tolerant.
Most of you folks don’t know me from Adam, so before I go into this blog I thought I would give some background information on the grumpy old bastard. I grew up in a small, WASPish suburb just outside Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. The oldest and smallest of 3 boys (we had a huge milkman), my focus in life was playing ball and hockey. Now I was a big , about 6 ft when I was 14, though I was built like a pencil....all bone no meat, but I was soon to learn that there was a whole new world out there.....girls.
My first experience, ever, with a girl, and I mean the first time I so much as held a girls hand, occurred not with a girl, but a woman, our next door neighbour. Now back then, to make a bit of coin, I would wander the neighbourhood with the old man’s lawnmower and cut peoples grass. This particular day, our neighbour asked if I would cut her lawn (yeah I get the metaphor), and I quickly agreed. Being 14, to me she looked like she had to be 50....but in all fairness was probably about 30 or so. Well I quickly finished the job, and was in their backyard, figuring I would get my 5 bucks, when she asked if I wanted something to drink (years later I would read my first penthouse forum and considering what happened to me thought all the stories were real).
Well long story short, I lost my virginity to the next door neighbour. Now there are many out there that would think “Sweeeeet”, but the fact is, all I can remember about the whole experience is being totally freaked out, and coming home, scared shitless. For the next two weeks, every time the doorbell rang or someone knocked, I was completely terrified that it was her husband with a shotgun. It actually got so bad I finally broke down and told my parents.
LOL, now you have to know my parents (and yes for those who are trained in psychology, I know this story will answer a lot of questions about me), but when I told them, my mother started laughing and my old man told me he was proud of me. I wasn’t able to relax until the next fall when the neighbours finally moved away....thank god.
Now that incident, broke the ice for the old boy. I had discovered girls and hell, now I was a “man”....lol. The next fall I began high school.....and the smorgasbord of cute, young little things who were as dumb and naive as I was. I quickly learned, as narcissistic as it sounds, that girls liked me (like an ugly old dog, I was a cute puppy). Now bear in mind, even though I had lost my virginity, all I knew about women was if they smiled at me and stopped moving, I jumped on them. Not quite the man of the world I thought I was. But thank god for the fact that most of the girls I knew weren’t any smarter than I was.
I remember my first high school dance, dressed in my Gene Simmons boots with the 5 inch heels(hey it was the late 70’s and I loved Kiss), a polyester 3 piece suit and a bright red satin shirt with the collar out.....lmao....and no there are no pictures, but damn I was hot......lol. Now there are hundreds of , all nervous, all excited, in the darkened school gym, with songs like Sweet’s “Love is Like Oxygen” playing over the sound system. Now being the player that I thought I was, I was playing it cool, cruising the scene looking for that one hot girl and waiting for the right moment.
Her name was Lorraine, and damn, she had a rack....I can’t honestly remember her face, but when you’re 15, huge tits were gods gifts to . Everyone liked her, well lusted after her, but like most teenage boys, we were scared shitless to approach her. Well my timing was perfect, Meatloaf’s “Two out of three ain’t bad” just started when I asked her to dance. Bearing in mind I was a white boy who liked Kiss, my dancing left something to be desired, but a slow song was all I was waiting for, and with all the tact of a Boa Constrictor, I wrapped every limb I had around her as tight as I could while pretending to sway on the dance floor. It took exactly about 3 seconds before I got a hard-on you could pound nails with, and in those polyester pants, not exactly a big secret. I can remember just turning in circles while letting my boner rub on her stomach (remember, 5 inch heels). I swear to god if that song was 30 seconds longer I would have cum then and there....lol.
When the song ended, somehow it was mutually decided upon that we were now a couple.....lol, I don’t think we exchanged five words but what the hell. It turns out Lorraine, besides being built like Barbara Bach (search your memory for that reference), had a little experience too when it came to young love. After the dance she invited me over to her place, her folks were gone, and as dumb as I was, even I wasn’t going to say no. Sure enough, within minutes, we are on the couch making-out . That teenage, wet, slobbery making-out that has absolutely no direction or forethought, I swear I thought at times I was trying to swallow her head...lmao.
Once again, for the second time that night, I had a hard-on that would penetrate cement, and as the making out started to move into copping feels and squeezing things.....she backed up a bit and said she wasn’t ready to “go all the way”. Well of course, I was hugely disappointed but what can I do, so I said sure, and dove right in again, playing tonsil hockey when she says.....”we can do it the French way”. ROFLMAO, I was fifteen, had basically no experience with girls, and I had no fucking idea what “the French way” was. Not letting on, I said sure, and dove right back in and started necking. That went on for about an hour, before I had to leave, her parents were coming home. It took another year before I knew what she meant by the “the French way”, and almost 2 before I experienced it. Needless to say looking back I must have looked like an idiot but hell, just another of life’s lessons.
From that point on, until I joined the Army and met my wife, and using my childish ignorance as an excuse, I became a slut.....lol. Hey, why not, I knew nothing of STD’s, pregnancy (remember it was the 70’s), and I simply had bullshit luck in not paying the price for my behaviour. Did I learn anything from this period, not much, lol, my relationship skills were still juvenile though I learned a few tricks along the way.
That is the first of 3 or 4 parts of my dating / relationship history and I hope you enjoyed the insight into what turned the old boy into what he is now....lol, now you know who to blame.
Sarge
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Bringing Sexy Back......Not
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Posted:Feb 13, 2011 2:48 pm
Last Updated:Mar 14, 2014 3:26 pm
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*** Note*** The author of the following blog is not responsible for any hurt feelings, residual resentment or philosophical issues that may arise when reading. The author is well aware he may upset others with his statements and truly does not care. Enjoy.
Well it’s been a couple weeks now that I have been back on the site, in fact almost a month, and with Valentines upon us, what could be more romantic than a crusty old soldiers view on life in Senior Sizzle.
For those who remember me from a few years ago, I used to do my “Rants and Raves” once a month. The following is simply some observations I have made since being back, along with some curiosities that hopefully someone can answer for the old boy.
Now to begin, it’s my personal understanding, that this site is an alternative to traditional dating sites. It allows those with an interest in the more intimate aspects of human interaction to converse and possibly meet with others. Now being a boring old boy with the time to surf and read and watch others, I have noticed that there is a definite power struggle as to who the site is for.
There are those who feel it is only for alternative lifestyles (though for those there is a sub-site for that), and I can understand that. For the most part, those in “The Lifestyle” have had few venues they can call their own and finding a place where they have the freedom to express themselves would lead to some possessiveness.
Alternatively, there are those who feel the site is simply an extension of dating sites that allows for the communication of an important aspect to meeting others, more so than is usually accepted on the traditional sites.
My question is simply, why does it have to “belong” to anyone. The freedom this site provides should allow all to at least have the potential to meet those they seek. There really shouldn’t be any judgements or “cliques”, yet those judgements and cliques are very obvious, especially in most local chat rooms.
On to the next portion of my Valentines Blog....attraction and what is sexy. Now for those who know me, they know I am on here in hopes of meeting just one compatible partner.....yeah yeah, romantic as hell, but there has to be that one cute gal with no taste in men out there.....knock on wood.
Now we all have our own “likes” and “dislikes”, and I am no exception, so please bear in mind the disclaimer at the start of the blog and that I am simply talking about myself. Now having surfed a few thousand profiles, chatted and emailed with a few ladies, there are definitely a few things that stand out about ladies profiles out there.
When I was younger, say in my early teens, the sight of a pussy rocked my world....even in a pic, but as time, experience and having seen a few up close and personal that has faded. Profiles that contain only pussy shots.....well they do nothing for me....as much as ladies complain about cock shots, seeing 5 different angles of the same pussy doesn’t exactly express imagination. For me, a lovely face photo, combined with some imagination, say a nipple against a t-shirt, sexy lingerie, even just hints of lace, do more to catch my eye than one more pussy or a hundred pics of a lady holding her boobs up with her forearm.....seriously....if they are that saggy, wear a bra.....it is much sexier.....trust a boy.
Also, I don’t know why, I can’t defend it, but it does nothing for me to see you sucking some other guys cock, or fucking some other guy. I am fairly confident that at my age, anyone I meet won’t be a virgin, but I know myself well enough to know that if I met someone I would like to be with, I don’t need physical evidence of her previous conquests. But that is just me.
Face photos....now I can understand logically why some people refuse to put up a face photo, but as far as approaching someone, I have learned some serious lessons about attraction over the years, and as hot as some ladies bodies may be, when you see the total photo, there may be a different response, and vice versa. So why not have a face photo available for anyone you approach.
Age difference....oh this is a hot button....lol. I am the father of a 24 year old , and the idea of having a sexual relationship with someone that much younger than myself, well it doesn’t sit well at all. I simply can’t understand, other than for the most base and shallow physical reasons why anyone would want to. Personally I have a 10 year rule, both over and under, and even then that is a stretch.
And that brings me to another topic, being a sexually open site, obviously people here are looking for partners, either casually, ongoing or longterm. I have no issue with that, but I do have to wonder at how many people would be open to having sex with people they would never be caught out in public with. That has to say something doesn’t it.
Now on to some questions for those who found themselves reading my diatribe, and trust me there are a lot of them....
1. Speaking of sucking cock.....why are there so many women who sincerely express they are looking for safe sex but have photos of them sucking off a dozen guys or in a gangbang with no condoms.....now maybe I missed something but I am sure STD’s don’t differentiate how they enter the body
2 Just how many 20 year old white girls are there in Ghana, and why the hell do they flirt with me 30 times a day?
3. If you are going to join the site, at our age, why would you get a standard membership. If you can’t afford a couple hundred bucks in your 40’s, isn’t that a sign of a bigger issue?
4. Would you ever consider a serious monogamous relationship with someone who described themselves as bisexual?
5. Seriously, guys.....do some men actually find big fake boobs, especially on a mature lady sexy?
6. LOL, what is the point....on the most open site around, of answering even the most basic question with “prefer not to answer”, lol, all that happens is you will have to answer as soon as you communicate with someone.
7. Okay this I don’t get....people who take the time to write a profile that basically says if you want to learn about me “read my blog”. Now as a fellow blogger, I use this for my reasons, and I have yet to read one of those profiles and felt compelled to read the blog. Spend some of that energy on the profile itself....after all it is a representation of who you are as well.
8. LOL, does anyone else see the humour of married and attached women having in bold letters across their profile “NO MARRIED OR ATTACHED MEN”.......hi pot this is kettle.....guess what....your black.
9. Now as much as I have enjoyed ladies who have squirted during orgasm......is there really such a fondness for ladies who squirt over those who haven’t or can’t? And who wants to change the sheets that many times.
10 There seems to be a lot of larger ladies out there (and I appreciate larger ladies as much as anyone so save the hate mail), who seem very angry at thinner ladies.....I cannot count how many times I have read “if you are looking for Barbie thats not me” or “I am a real woman”. Now I know body image is a big issue for some folks, but to be hostile and bitter really doesn’t help matters.
Thanks for taking the time for reading my ramblings, and I look forward to some of the responses......
Sarge
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There Lays A Warrior
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Posted:Feb 4, 2011 11:14 am
Last Updated:Dec 1, 2013 12:38 pm
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Well, a couple old friends who shall remain nameless(not sharing any credit) have badgered the old boy into putting some of his poetry back up on the blogs.
Now for those of you who dont know me, despite being dumb as a post, I have been known to string a few words together now and then, and folks have been known to enjoy them.
So to test the waters, I am putting my favorite up. I wrote it a long time ago while I was up to my knees in mud, dust and blood in Rwanda, and it is dedicated to a man I never knew.
There lays a warrior
By DG(no way I am putting my name here)
The dust slowly settles like the skim of cream
Coating the fluids as they drain, deep and brown
The liquid mixing with bone and flesh
Tentacles reaching out slowly and unstoppable
Trying to reconnect the bond that once was man
The roar and thunder of battle fades from hearing
Replaced by the silence of realization of truth
My heart racing with adrenaline and fear
The light flickers in flame, focusing all before me
There lays a warrior
A man I never knew, who I never acknowledged
Whose life was irrelevant to me until now?
A man who faced the demon, again and again
Standing unknown, my brother in deed if not flesh
A bond built with the righteousness of sacrifice
We shared so much without knowledge
The sheer terror of night in a foreign land
The palpable hatred of those opposing us
Sounds of the dying and soon to die breaking concentration
The thrill of simply surviving to another dawn
Yet that dawn his time had come
His duty done as I stand above and reflect
The foreknowledge that some day
Another will stand above me and simply say
There Lay A Warrior
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Vanilla
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Posted:Jan 31, 2011 2:47 pm
Last Updated:Dec 1, 2013 12:38 pm
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Well I am back on the site after a three year absence, and with some time on my hands I have no doubt I will be adding to this occasionally.
Having been both on a traditional dating site (POF), and this site, I am intrigued as to how the term "Vanilla" has been used to label people.
On this site, I am definately "Vanilla", I am not into the group scene, BDSM, and most of the various other alternative lifestyles that one can see listed on here. Now this is not a judgement of those who do participate, and enjoy those lifestyles, not in the least. But to those individuals, an old boy like me is considered "Vanilla". Yet in the outside world, and on the more traditional site, I was the one labelling those I met as Vanilla.
I found that in the last 3 years of dating, that those I met, lovely and sweet ladies all, but lacked in the intimacy department. That I was the one who was "out of the box" in my needs and tastes, and that those who were unwilling to explore to the same degree as myself, well became boring.
So what do you do, stuck in-between the two vanillas....
In one arena, too conservate, and in another, too open....surely there must be a middle ground, where even a beat up old soldier like me can be both satisfied and comfortable with some sweet and lovely lady.
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