ESCAPE TO AN INDIAN  

funintheday2006 56M
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6/13/2006 9:25 pm

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ESCAPE TO AN INDIAN

Bit tired at mo, so just a quickie until later when my wind up of the staff takes place.

Got a call yesterday pm from a good friend who invited me to one of the monthly ‘Boys Curry Nights’ next week.
I accepted as there are about 9 guys, all good fun and always a night to remember for the humour as well as the food.
All of these guys are professionals, fairly successful and most are married.
The reasoning behind these nights out is to ‘get away from the wife/girlfriend’ and let their hair down.
It was mentioned how lucky I am not to need escape.
After the call I got to thinking.
Why can’t they let their hair down with their partner, surely that’s more satisfying?
I understand space for yourself but, I know for a fact they have a couple of nights a week where they ‘drop in for a pint on the way home’ and stay till closing time.
So, by my reckoning they are away from their respective partners on about one third of the nights available in a month. Add on the gym, business meetings, tennis etc and they are probably only home on a night 50% or less of their available time.
Occasionally I, like most people living alone, open the door to an empty space and wish that someone who I cared for was there just to smile away the day’s pressures and kiss away the stress.
The grass is always greener isn’t it?


florallei 99F

6/14/2006 9:55 am

....when I was in serious relationships...the men in my life...hardly left my side except for work...they either didn't trust me out of their sight...or really longed for my company...or perhaps both...can live with both conclusions...
....each one also disliked me going out alone...always did things together...or with friends...I guess I had unusual relationships...
Hugs,
Florallei


funintheday2006 replies on 6/14/2006 10:39 am:
I've decided to sleep with a mirror. Masochism is great isn't it?

rm_rachael4445 59F

6/15/2006 1:46 pm

Like you I'm used to living on my own, and I like it most of the time...but what I wouldn't give sometimes to have someone put the kettle on for ME when I get home after work, and with a smile he would say sit down, let me make you a nice cup of coffee...then you can tell me all about your day.....Ah....it's those little things that mean so much


funintheday2006 replies on 6/15/2006 2:37 pm:
Ah its those little things... I remember the last time i said to her...
'hello darling, tell me about your day',
and she smiled sweetly and replied "IVE BEEN STUCK IN THAT OFFICE FOR 8 FUCKING HOURS LISTENING TO DICKHEADS WHO DONT KNOW THEIR ARSE FROM THEIR ELBOWS AND YOU WANT A FUCKING RUNNING COMMENTERY? FUCK OFF STUPID!"
'so, i suppose a shages out of the question then' I ventured
as she left do douse her beautiful body in the shower.
Remind me, Why do i live on my own?

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