The Bachelorette.. How We Met Answers...  

travelingintexas 41M
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10/28/2005 2:18 pm
The Bachelorette.. How We Met Answers...

This post is for the contestants ONLY until every one of them, ladies included this round, have submitted their answers. Once all eight men and three ladies have answered only then can the general public submit comments in the answer post. This rule will remain throughout the competition unless otherwise specified.

Any comments made by the general public before everyone has submitted their answers will be erased. No exceptions.

Once the scores have been received from the ladies, this post will change into the results post. Once the answers are all in, give all the feedback, encouragement and advise you want.

Contestants, please have your answers in by the end of the day Saturday. The sooner answers are in, the sooner we can move to the next round.


DefiniteTrouble 50F

10/28/2005 5:20 pm

Oh that's like telling a kid not to touch the fuckin candy. C'mon. lmao...ok ok...I won't comment anymore. Stop smacking me dammit. **dials Mom**


rm_luke69iner 48M
3275 posts
10/29/2005 12:12 am

Alrighty then, this should be good … ish … sort of

This will be brief on account of my considerable charms speak for themselves

Hello ladies, Trav, fellow contestants, and Blogland

Okay as requested I will start at the beginning … one of my dad’s spermatozoa penetrated the outside layer of my mother’s ovum and gave it a hot DNA injection which formed a zygote. Part of this zygote formed an embryo which later developed enough to be called a fetus. Sometime during this whole process this became me or I became it … I’m not really clear on that part actually.

Anyhoo this fetus which was me was born in San Diego. I was growed up in Miami. Moved a bunch … yada yada yada … and now I live in North Carolina.

Let’s see … tell you about myself … fuck that gives me a headache just thinking about it.

Here’s something I cut and pasted out of someone else’s profile. Actually, none of it really represents much about me but if you actually like any of it I’ll take full credit.

PLEASE CHECK OUT MY BLOG!!! You will be able to get a better understanding of who I am by looking at my blog! These are my written thoughts. If You find no interest in what I write, you wont be interested in me in real life.

About Me:
I started my career as a superhero, but eventually determined that my personal Kryptonite is a Triple Venti Mocha from Starbucks. So I'm a has been, a wanna be, a washed out super hero no longer allowed at the Hall of Justice. I sit around at the local Starbucks sipping cold coffee and thinking "what if" thoughts.

OK... Not Really...
I am a successful, professional male. My work is important to me and I travel quite a bit across the state of Texas. I am often viewed as being outspoken and this is true. I wear my emotions very much on my sleeve. However, I am very slow to anger and love to laugh.


Alright that part is done.

Let me paint the ladies a picture of our first meeting when they will realize how much they want me … or something like that.

Oh that’s interesting … I did my research and looked at the profiles of the contestants for this little contest and I’m feeling a little too pure. Of all the guys that have listed their purity score, mine is the highest by far. If you added all three of the female contestant’s purity scores together my purity score is still higher. Not that I’m ashamed of my high purity score … I’ve even posted my answers to each purity question when I started my blog, What ... just noting a minor bit of inconsequential trivia … I’m sure it doesn’t matter a bit … nothing at all wrong with a man being noticeably less experienced than the ladies he is trying to woo … damn did I just say woo

Hmmn … maybe Puppy is an appropriate stripper name for me.

Not a problem … I’m an open minded modern buck … I’m willing to try new things … sort of.

Okay … nipple torture … that’s just stuff for the ladies right … my nipples don’t get tortured do they … how about just light teasing or calling them bad names and making them feel insecure … does there have to be clamps.

Hey those clamps are only for nipples right?

It’s okay I can run with the big dogs … speaking of dogs … what’s the lease and collar for in the ladies profiles … there aren’t actually dogs or other leased critters involved in all this … not that I mind of course … nothing scares this man off … no sir … I’m all about the kinky sex stuff … yes sir I’m a man of the world.

Okay what’s an ass slapper … is that like a piece of equipment or is it someone I pay by the hour to slap me

Why are there cat o’ nine tails … that’s not like a first date thing is it … maybe just for special occasions like leap year … or something

Fisting … that’s just for the ladies too … I hope … right … and how do you use them vibrating bullets … how the hell you gonna load your gun if their vibrating all over the damn place … much less hit your target with all that vibrating … makes about as much sense a dog that don’t hunt

Anyway I ain’t scared of none of that stuff … I’ve done kinky stuff before … once … almost

Now what the hell was I talking about ... oh yeah … painting some picture and wooing the ladies … damn I gotta come up with a better word than wooing

First of all I would invite her to the Love Train. Not the Love Train in the sense of a “Love Train” of course or as a cute name for my penis … I call my penis Mr. Snuffleupagus not The Love Train … although that does have a nice ring to it. Anyway, I meant Mz. Huny’s cyber Love Train where I had the weekend cyber party a while back so they can relax in the hot tubs, Welcome Everyone to Your Weekend Cyber Love Train Party?

Oh yeah, I would get all fixed up for the ladies too.

Since Lucioustulip is only looking for ladies I went out and got me a set of hooters like [blog talldarkavg1] got. I ain’t wearing no wig though … a man’s gotta have some self respect. I also got a nice black latex outfit like the ladies said they like in their profile. Oh yeah, and I dressed it up with a bunch of pretty silk scarves because the ladies all said they like them for some reason in their profile. I even made me a nice cock ring out of dental floss and duct tape like Trav does, Never... Never Try This At Home...

And for lushgirl69 I’ll be wearing some clown make-up and them big clown shoes because they give me giggles. I wonder if Trav will let me borrow a pair of his freakishly large shoes.

Let’s see … for tillerbabe … hmmn … I know … I’ll whisper sexy quotes from one of her favorite movies, Bambi

” I'm thumpin! That's why they call me Thumper!”

Err … actually maybe I’ll just let her call me Puppy without complaining … much … but I ain’t wearing no lease and collar

Then I’ll strut my once manly self over to them … actually I’ll kind of painfully limp over … this damn latex outfit is chafing and I think I put on this torture device they call a cock ring on wrong

Then I will say to my soon to be lady love:

Hi I would like to woo you purtty lady … so we kin get nekkid

Do I win?


S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero,
Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo
.
~Dante~


tillerbabe 56F

10/29/2005 12:49 am

OK I'm not good at this..don't like talking about myself too much.
I was born in Seattle, raised in Edmonds Washington. I currently live in Seattle "proper". I am a firefighter. I'm 44 years old, many say I look like I'm in my early 30's. I absolutely LOVE to laugh! A man with a sense of humor goes farther with me than a man with six-pac abs. I'm a romantic; flowers, and wine...I absolutely love to be seduced! I am "in charge" at work, but in my personal life I am very submissive and simple and "like" to be told what to do to please you.. I like flowers, enjoy drinking fine Merlot, but on occasion I will enjoy "Sunshine in a Glass" ie, Sky vodka, Tonic and Lemon on the rocks. I enjoy EVERYTHING! I love people and diversity.. take me sky-diving, surfing, hiking, or out on the town for dinner and dancing. I can be your SLUT, your LADY...a sweet, virginal "school girl" or "one of the guys". I believe that every woman should own a dress capable of making a grown man cry. I absolutely love my girlfriends....I would die for them. I am neither possesive or jealous...I "hold my own". I have three glorious pit-bulls that I adopted, and they are the sweetest things I know - if your good to my doggies...I'll be VERY good to you! I love my family and friends and co-workers. Money doesn't impress me..integrity DOES!
I love to please and I am much more of a giver than a taker....I love "sucking" cock....I cannot get enough, and I can do wonderous tricks with my tongue ring that will make you scream. I will be ALL YOURS if you seduce me properly, fuck me hard and soft and whisper in my ear what it is that you want.....tell me. {=} Annnd....please be nice.


tillerbabe 56F

10/29/2005 1:02 am

Another thing: I'm a BIG girl...you know, an Amazon..."Sheena", "Xena" type..not a "spinner". I enjoy a big strong man that can hold me..kiss away my tears and make me HIS! Take me.

And... I absolutely, (my weakness) love chocolate...in me...on me...FEED it to me.....

Are you getting all of this TiT? {=}


markw02 51M
208 posts
10/29/2005 5:07 am

Question, what's a "spinner"?


bulging_boy 49M

10/29/2005 6:58 am

Indeed. Hi everyone. I'm the bulge or Bulging_Boy to use my full name.

I put a post up Contestant - Bulging_Boy so I wouldn't clutter the competition here with bits about me, and where I'm from.

Good idea or not? It shouldn't take too long to click the link and have a wee read. If you right click on the link you can open in a new window and not leave this one at all.

Am I a geek? Well... I work in an industry dominated by them. No... not dominated. The word dominate to a geek would probably mean them winning Dungeons and Dragons and ruling some kingdom on their own. Overpopulated would be a better word.

The Bachelorette huh?

Well... let's set the scene. I'm sitting in somewhere, lets say the airport cafe... after all... I'm in NZ right? You aint gonna be driving here!

I'm casually leaning back in my chair with my latte, taking the occasional sip and just relaxing when the Bachelorette comes walking in.

I can't maintain my casual air for too long as I'm captivated by her beauty. The way she drags her suitcases behind her is incredible. Slow motion stuff.

Not being supremely confident, I decide that if I'm going to act, I have to act now. Before some other fucker does.

I leap up and catch the table with my thigh. The latte goes flying and lands on the table next to me. The couple sitting there are not impressed. I grunt painfully and ignore them.

The bachelorette has turned around to see what the noise is, and catches my eye or I catch hers. We haven't worked out which one it was... but anyway that was all in the past. Which we're discussing now.

I half walk, half run, half limp towards her. She's just ordering a coffee. I listen to her voice nearly hypnotised by the melodic tones. As she reaches for her purse, I pay the cashier for her order and quickly ask for another latte.

I apologise for being so forward and paying for her uninvited, but if she felt better... perhaps she could spend a few minutes with me at the table as some kind of repayment.

I ask where she's from and how long she's here. I admit to seeing her walk in and that I was transfixed the moment I saw her. As much as possible I try to get her to do the talking so I can listen to her voice.

She tells me she's here for a couple of weeks and where she's staying. I ask what her plans are, and she says that she was just going to see what developed.

Our coffees long gone, I help her with her suitcases... all the while etching her beauty into my mind.

I thank her for her time, and say to her...

I've enjoyed my time with you far too much, and it was much too short. I'd love to show you more of New Zealand... if you'd let me

and she says?


Sizzle364
(Juan S)
52M
2642 posts
10/29/2005 9:09 am

Born and raised in a small annex of Detroit, called Highland Park. I am 6'3" tall. 240-250 pounds. Built like a football player. Think Defensive end...
One of my biggest achievements other than my children was to be surrounded by
negativity and violence and to NOT give in to the pressures of being involved, Yet
still be respected and sometimes even feared by the people that were involved.
Produced my first record at the age of 16, Just after graduating from High School.
Attended 3 years of Wayne State University with a double major in compositon and Theory and music business management. Quit one year shy of graduating, due to my growing employment responsibilities and my living conditions. Worked a variety of jobs, graduated a trade school program developed by Chrysler for Electro-Mechanics and another for professional photography. Went on to open a staffing company, record store and a recording studio and record label. Closed the store when studio and label became too large to devote attention to it. Lost the staffing company and studio, when I got divorced.
My quick history...LOL.
I am a pleaser and a Gemini. I love, love, love to make people smile or laugh, especially the
shooting things out of their nose, falling on the floor, holding their stomachs kinda laughing. I also love to provide as much pleasure to a woman as I can. I received my fashion sense from my mother, who is a dressmaker and tailor. Wanted me to not become a prisoner to a woman, so she taught me how to cook (I am almost a gourmet), to wash clothes and to read a sewing pattern. Studied various forms of religion and martial arts.
Achieved Brown belt status in Shotokan Karate before giving it up due to time constraints, years ago...

The meeting...

I quite enjoy making an entire evening out of my encounters.
Depending on our previous conversations and what she is into...I vary from meeting her with a single rose (romantic) to a nestle's crunch bar with a red ribbon and a heart smiley
(funny and romantic). During dinner we would get to know each other, better...
This is where i would attempt to ascertain the things that turn her on. Subtle discrete touches during conversation to various parts of her body would hopefully tell me some areas other than the obvious ones that she is sensitive too.
I don't have a set routine for seduction, but there are a few things that come in handy once in a while. Like if I am not really sure where she is coming from or where the date is going... I would ask what she thought of my cologne and lean in closer to give her a better smell of one of my favorites (Ralph Lauren-Romance, Armani-Aqua Di Gio, Calvin Klein CKone or Eternity for men). Without touching her, this also gives an immediate sense of my prescence. A small invasion of her space, where she may touch my arm, bicep, shoulders or chest to take a sniff. If there is a favorable reaction, it also puts me closer to her, where i would remain. Looking into her eyes and taking this opportunity to compliment her on whatever i happen to like about her. Her hair, smile, eyes, body, personality, lips... Then I would move away. Hopefully increasing her desire to be in that space or closer again.
Perhaps a moonlit walk, a movie or dancing, miniature golf, pool ... go kart racing...LOL.
With a successful evening ending in a good night kiss or invitation inside and given the opportunity (...or taking it, depending on situation). I would guide my date closer to me by lightly touching her face with my finger, staring into her eyes and gently traveling along her cheeks from one side to the other, starting with the back of my hand. Gently tipping her head up, by guiding her with my finger under her chin and moving in to give her a slow, tender kiss. Taking her bottom lip between mine.Moving both of my hands to her waist and pulling her closer to me, while I continued to explore her lips. outlining each one, softly with my tongue, before exploring deeper and across her tongue... nuzzling her nose with mine and then separating...


tillerbabe 56F

10/29/2005 10:41 am

Will someone tell Mark what a "spinner" is.....me thinks it's a "guy" thing....


barbiebunny 36F
5597 posts
10/29/2005 10:56 am

A spinner is a lil wirey hyper girl usually under 5'4 and hovering around 95-100 pounds. Least thats what they call spinners down here

Its good to be...ME


SibylBatchAxile 43M
384 posts
10/29/2005 11:35 am

AN INTRO

CUE: ANNOUNCER who sounds a little too much like a cheesy game-show host.

Good evening ladies and gentlemen!

Now let's cut right to the chase - and boy, what a chase it should be! CUE: laughter

Okay, let's get the boring stuff outta the way first...

Our next contestant hails from a small town in WI, where he's lived most of his life - not including a few brief stays in Madison, WI and Salem, MA.
He's worked in a prison for the past 11 years...so ladies, he really knows how to use his handcuffs! CUE: laughter

He loves to read...he paints...he writes...he's also an amateur photographer - now would that be CANDID photography, by any chance? Wink, wink, nudge, nudge! Hehehe...
He says he can compose poetry the likes of which Shakespeare would be envious of.
Yes ladies, he also has a biting and twisted sense of humor....

Boy what a creative individual....hmmmm, but I wonder how creative he is in the bedroom? CUE: laughter

His likes include being stimulated by others, mentally and physically, intelligent conversation, good movies, good scotch, and anything else that can challenge his mind...
He's always up for a little excitement and adventure...

Someday he would like to go back to school and get a PhD in Philosophy..
His future goals would include becoming a published (and hopefully semi-successful) writer...

And world domination...

Ahem....

So please give a warm welcome to DariusCole! CUE: applause

Well ladies, he does sound like a promising contestant, but does he have what it takes to make it on...

THE BACHELORETTE!!!

CUT to commercial


SibylBatchAxile 43M
384 posts
10/29/2005 11:35 am

Okay, now for the fun part.....

Lust At First Sight

It was another rainy night in the dark city. Steam rising from the sidewalk just outside the window.
I'm sitting in The Cardinal bar in Madison, waiting for a client who may or may not show up. Smoke rolls softly through the air - cigarette haze gently dancing with the fog creeping in from the dance floor in the other room.

I am sitting in my usual spot - the rear corner of the bar. I always feel safer when there are two walls pressed close to my back. In my line of work, it gets pretty uncomfortable having people hovering around where I can't see them. My leather jacket groans as I extinguish my smoke and reach for the glass of scotch waiting patiently in front of me.

It's fetish night here tonight. Leather and latex; whips and chains - I think you get the picture. The skin tight black vinyl pants that I'm wearing softly squeak as I lean back against the wall. I scan the crowd, as I usually do; reading faces, watching body language - always trying to get into the minds of others. People seldom realize just how much communication takes place without a word ever being spoken.
But that's part of my job - always staying one step ahead of people...looking through the masks that they wear...

Nobody pays me any attention, but that's how I like it - always remaining invisible until I'm ready to strike.

Dances of liquor and lust play out before my eyes. It's usually amusing...and often sad, watching the games people play with each other.

I have a view of the main entrance. It's always good to see who is walking through the door - often you can catch people before they put on their mask. You can catch them in a purer form than when it's halfway through the night and they're liquored up, half naked by the time...
Visions of lust and domination populate the crowd tonight, but fetish night is always the best time to come here...

The front door opens, and my eyes are drawn to the woman who is passing through those old and battered doors. Instantly I know she's out of place here. Not with the crowd that's here, her curved body and tightly strapped leather outfit is a testament to that. No, it was something else.. Something intriguing... Something that drew me to her...

I wanted to see into her soul.

My client was more than an hour late, and if there's one thing that I like, it's punctuality. I just think it's plain old everyday common courtesy - and she was informed that an hour was my limit of waiting. So the contract was broken, and I was a free man for the night.

I eased up from my corner abode and grabbed my scotch. The woman was at the bar ordering a drink as I walked up next to her. She glanced over at me and I smiled. I asked her if she smoked. She told me, "Only in bed."

She laughed.

With my best poker face, I asked her, "Menthols or regulars?" She laughed again - the kind of laugh that makes a heart melt like butter on freshly baked bread..

This time I smiled.

She reached down somewhere out of my sight, producing a cigarette which she placed between her wet and luscious lips. Before she could reach her lighter I had my Zippo ignited and turning the end of her smoke into a cool glowing orange. She asked me if I always broke the ice this way. I asked, "Why, do you have a frozen heart?"

"But seriously," I continued, "I'd rather not break anything if I can avoid it.." I drew out a menthol and lit it. "And the answer to your question is no. I am usually quite content just watching people."

She studied me for a bit. God, how I loved knowing those eyes were exploring my flesh. "So why are you talking to me then?"

"You intrigue me. And I wanted to take a look deep into those eyes if yours." I think she blushed, but it was hard to tell in the neon lighting near the bar. I took a drink of my scotch then said, "You're not from around here."

She was quiet for a moment as her lips embraced her cigarette. "It's that obvious, huh?"

"Actually...no." I finished off my scotch and asked the bartender for another. "But like I said, I watch people a lot. I could tell by the way your eyes darted around the room when you first walked in - most people don't look at the ceiling of a place they've been in before. The way you walked over to the bar was...well, I think 'cautious' would fit that - tentative, perhaps... Like touching the water of a swimming pool with just the tips of your toes... You've never been in here before." I crushed out my cigarette in an overflowing ashtray...

"And yet, you have the perfect clothes for a place like this. You wear them with confidence and poise - it's not your first time wearing that outfit in public. So while I could always be wrong, I am guessing that you are not from around here - at least not recently, anyway."

She took a drink, and looked at me.

"Wow, you're good..."

"Dear, in my line of work, it pays to be good." She raised an eyebrow at this.

"And what kind of work would that be?"

I smiled and reached around into my back pocket. Her eyes dropped down to the handcuff case hanging on my belt. It was hard to tell, but I saw a touch of shock in her eyes. Then she smiled and it appeared that a fire was lit somewhere deep inside of them. I handed her a business card which read: Darius Cole - Private Dick.

"So you're a private detective?"

"No ma'am, I'm a 'private dick' - turn the card over."

She read it out loud: "Helping to make all of your fantasies come true...no job too large, nor too small..."

"Notice it doesn't say 'private asshole' on there," I said. "There is a difference, you know..." She laughed so wonderfully again, and my heart jumped. What was this woman doing to me?

She asked me why there wasn't a phone number on the card. I told her I felt it rude to give out my number to someone that hasn't requested it. She smiled and I asked her if she wanted it.

She said 'no' as I took a drink from my newly replenished glass. She leaned close to my ear, the hot touch of her breath on my neck. "But I'll give you mine, if you want."

I whispered a breathless 'yes' into her ear...

How was I to know the chain of events that were about to be set in motion?

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Well, I hope that's okay - I realize it's not 'real world' stuff, but last I looked, none of this is taking place in reality anyway!

At least I better get some points for creativity...lol


AlbertPrince 58M

10/29/2005 1:38 pm

I was born, at a very early age in Newcastle, in the North East of England. I grew up happy and well although it wasn’t easy in those days. I used to have to walk twenty-five miles to school every day, uphill both ways through year round blizzards carrying my younger sister on my back. I managed to maintain a straight-A average despite my full-time after-school job at the local textile mill where I worked for 35 pence an hour just to help keep my family from starving to death!

I remember when I was 12, my father came in the bedroom to find me smoking a cigarette. "My God! How long have you been smoking?" he screamed. "Since I lost my virginity," I replied. "You lost your VIRGINITY!!! When the hell did this happen?" shrieked my father. "I don't remember," I said. "I was completely drunk."

Although I am divorced now my wife and I were happy for twenty years - but then we met. I thought I was marrying “Miss Right”, I just didn’t know her first name was Always. I met her in a laundromat, which is a really bad place to pick up women: a woman who can’t even afford a washing machine isn’t going to be able to support me.

We dated for two years, and then the nagging started, you know the sort of thing "I wanna know your name..."
We showed up at the hotel for the honeymoon and the receptionist asked if we had reservations. “Only one” I replied, “she won’t take it up the ass”. I never knew what real happiness was until I got married, then it was too late.
I didn’t speak to her for 18 months - I didn't like to interrupt her. But I always held her hand when we went out. If I let go she started shopping.

The reason we managed to last so long was that twice a week we would go to a nice restaurant, a little wine, good food and companionship. She went Tuesdays, I went Fridays.

Losing a wife can be hard. In my case it was almost impossible. Women are like guns, keep one around long enough and you’re going to want to shoot it.
We were lying in bed one day. She whispered, "I'm gonna make you the happiest man in the world." I whispered back, "I'll miss you."

I have to admit, the last fight was my fault. She asked, "What's on the TV?" and I said, "Dust!" Most men kiss their wife goodbye when they leave the house. I kissed the house goodbye when I left the wife.

Which brings me to where I am today. Living in Blogville and struggling to meet women. Hence the reason for entering this competition. I have no money but that’s okay as I believe that money can't buy love although it CAN rent a very close imitation. But not having a woman isn’t a problem to me, I live by my favourite Chinese proverb “Learn to masturbate - come in handy”


rm_bella_ 47F
4030 posts
10/29/2005 2:42 pm

I am not allowed to comment....ok...(turning around slowly and leaving with my tail between my legs, whimpering...)


AlbertPrince 58M

10/29/2005 2:51 pm

THE FIRST DATE

I am in a bar, slightly worse for wear after 10 pints. I have just come back from the bathroom, and it appears we have been visited by the mystery bus (the bus that arrives at the pub while you're in the toilet after your 10th pint, and whisks away all the unattractive people so the pub is suddenly packed with stunners when you come back).

Across the bar I spy an aeroplane blonde (dyed blonde hair but still has a black box). She’s wearing a delightful greyhound (short skirt, just an inch from the hare) and a tight sweater with a couple of Bruce Lees (hard nips) poking through.

“WOW” I think, “she looks like the Titanic” (goes down first time). I would crawl three miles on broken glass in the freezing rain, just to sniff the tire tracks of the laundry truck that takes her panties away.

Determined not to let this stunner get away, but unable to risk standing up, I make a come here gesture with my finger. She saunters over and I say “do you always come when someone fingers you? Do you have mirrors in your pockets?.... Because I can see myself in your pants!”

She gives me a look that would have induced heavy breathing in a pumpkin and replies “Is it hot in here or is it just you? Do you know what'd look good on you? Me”

Encouraged, I try “Hey babe, how about a pizza and a fuck?”

“No thanks” she replies, “I don’t think so.”

”HEY! What's wrong” I ask “don't you like pizza?”

” Gee your ugly” she comes back with “but I bet you feel good in the dark. I'm new in town; can you give me directions to your apartment?”

“Sure, my face is leaving in 10 minutes. Be on it.”

So, I put on my beer jacket (the invisible but warm jacket worn when walking home after 10 pints at 3 in the morning), check my beer compass (the invisible device that ensures your safe arrival home after 10 pints, even though you're too drunk to remember where you live, how you got there, and where you've come from) and we head for my place…….

Next morning, the mystery taxi (the taxi that arrives at your place on Saturday morning before you wake up, whisks away the stunner you slept with, and leaves a 10-Pinter in your bed instead) has paid a visit and it turns out she’s actually a bobfoc (body off Baywatch, face off crimewatch) but what the hell? I had a shag ….. didn’t I???


tillerbabe 56F

10/29/2005 5:10 pm

But Bunz, Will you tell Mark WHY these women are called "spinners'???? (you're so good at this stuff...)

Gawd I loove this.....can I have all of them?? Please..Pulleeeze?

next...


AmberSolaire 42M

10/29/2005 8:01 pm

Introduction

Walks into blog.Makes sure he hasn’t hurt himself and tries entrance again making sure not to walk into anything. Pausing in the doorway I smile calmy and survey the scene.I take each of your hands in turn , plant a swift kiss upon it and introduce myself:

“Hello Im batchelor number one, my names AmberSolaire... and I hail from sunny England.Im thirty years old and am blessed with two children and my own teeth”

I guess you can spot who has always thought it would be fun to go on Blind Date (an English TV dating show) all we need now is Cilla Black and an outlandish hat.lol Speaking of which (has sudden idea and runs of to delve in his dressing up box.Soon reappears wearing a large cowboy hat.) Sorry couldn’t resist it we have become quite attached, but at least this time Im wearing my clothes WEG.So we have the hat and I guess Travs good for female presenter impersonations, so heres a brief Synopsis of me :

First of all I was born in Germany.My father (my hero) was in the armed forces.I spent much of my formative years trying to emulate him, throwing myself over hurdles and assault courses and crawling through mud.I still do to this day although the obstacles have changed and the mud is of a different nature.The greatest of these was the death of my mother at the age of thirteen.It taught me much about life and made me make certain decisions over how I would live mine.Each day is precious for you cannot be sure you will wake to witness the next.

We moved a lot at that time.It made me realize much about the nature of people.First and foremost is that it is the people that matter in this world.The material aspects are nice but in terms of importance must always come second.Your family and friends are what are dearest and should be be treasured above all. For they are your past your present and your future.As I held each of my children at their birth I truly understood what this meant for the first time.We are all different.We all have our views and ideologies that’s a good thing.We all inhabit the same eart and if we work at it we can get along and life will be richer for it.

I grew up an active child.I still am (both active and a child) for we are on this earth for but a brief blinking of an eyelid in the grander scale..I feel the need to fill each day and not waste it.For the day and the beauty of our world should never be taken for granted.There is always something new to learn and somewhere to go.Our whole lives are about learning.We are but visiters on this planet and “should be worthy of its love”.Sure these cant be at the expense of my adult responsibilities (well not always. but it shouldn’t be forgotten.As such I embrace live and am thankful with it.I love experiences and for me even in this day a stranger truly is a friend I haven’t yet made.

I am motivated by my work,my sport and my loves.If a man has no passion what has he?

Therefore when you enter my life you become more than a person, you become part of my motivation , my passion, and above all you become part of my reason for being.

oh and Im a sucker for a smile.....


AmberSolaire 42M

10/29/2005 8:02 pm

Introduction

Walks into blog.Makes sure he hasn’t hurt himself and tries entrance again making sure not to walk into anything. Pausing in the doorway I smile calmly and survey the scene.I take each of your hands in turn , plant a swift kiss upon it and introduce myself:

“Hello Im batchelor number one, my names AmberSolaire... and I hail from sunny England.Im thirty years old and am blessed with two children and my own teeth”

I guess you can spot who has always thought it would be fun to go on Blind Date (an English TV dating show) all we need now is Cilla Black and an outlandish hat.lol Speaking of which (has sudden idea and runs of to delve in his dressing up box.Soon reappears wearing a large cowboy hat.) Sorry couldn’t resist it we have become quite attached, but at least this time Im wearing my clothes WEG.So we have the hat and I guess Travs good for female presenter impersonations, so heres a brief Synopsis of me :

First of all I was born in Germany.My father (my hero) was in the armed forces.I spent much of my formative years trying to emulate him, throwing myself over hurdles and assault courses and crawling through mud.I still do to this day although the obstacles have changed and the mud is of a different nature.The greatest of these was the death of my mother at the age of thirteen.It taught me much about life and made me make certain decisions over how I would live mine.Each day is precious for you cannot be sure you will wake to witness the next.

We moved a lot at that time.It made me realize much about the nature of people.First and foremost is that it is the people that matter in this world.The material aspects are nice but in terms of importance must always come second.Your family and friends are what are dearest and should be be treasured above all. For they are your past your present and your future.As I held each of my children at their birth I truly understood what this meant for the first time.We are all different.We all have our views and ideologies that’s a good thing.We all inhabit the same eart and if we work at it we can get along and life will be richer for it.

I grew up an active child.I still am (both active and a child) for we are on this earth for but a brief blinking of an eyelid in the grander scale..I feel the need to fill each day and not waste it.For the day and the beauty of our world should never be taken for granted.There is always something new to learn and somewhere to go.Our whole lives are about learning.We are but visiters on this planet and “should be worthy of its love”.Sure these cant be at the expense of my adult responsibilities (well not always. but it shouldn’t be forgotten.As such I embrace live and am thankful with it.I love experiences and for me even in this day a stranger truly is a friend I haven’t yet made.

I am motivated by my work,my sport and my loves.If a man has no passion what has he?

Therefore when you enter my life you become more than a person, you become part of my motivation , my passion, and above all you become part of my reason for being.

oh and Im a sucker for a smile.....


AmberSolaire 42M

10/29/2005 8:06 pm

I have a confession. I am still in the dark about all the rules, and have never seen the gameshow, so I hope this doesn’t place me at a disadvantage. I saw the ladies and leapt before I looked at the chance to woo them.Risky I know but I firmly believe that a bit of risk in the world of relationships is no bad thing.

I had written three “meetings” but I see now you are only allowed one. To me it seemed that each of “the ladies of my affections” had such unique prevailing qualities that a single meeting scenario wouldn’t do them justice. I will however play by the rules so here is how our romantic journey shall begin:


Dawn rose over the top of the Austrian Alps. I had bribed the lift attendant to start early so I would be the first on the mountain to beat the morning crowds and was pleased to see the bubble already snaking its way into the early mists. Fair weather skiers I couldn’t stand them. They fly in from their Geneva offices crowding the place and polluting the tranquility with their phones and babble, leaving behind energy bar wrappers and a tortured environment, paid for by corporate credit cards and bragged about in expensive bars where the stupidly named cocktails are matched only by the stupidly named braggarts. Thankfully they would all be in bed still, intoxicated and out of my way.

Reaching the summit I pause to watch the sun rising and shaking off its weariness covering the crisp white sheets of fresh powder with its cheery smile. I always love this time. So still so quiet, just me and the mountain soon to be joined by the dull burning ache in my legs as we merge into one.

Except today something was different. At first I couldn’t place it however I soon realized what seemed so amiss For once I wasn’t alone. Running away from me off the piste and into the trees was a single set of tracks. I couldn’t help myself, I knew the lifts had just started, I knew this person couldn’t be far ahead. I had to find out who my fellow competitor for the virgin snow was. I had to overtake them. This was my pleasure they were stealing, my time of day and my mountain .Any fresh tracks would be mine and mine alone. I would catch up, overtake and stamp my name across this turf. This person would follow my trail and not the other way round. So I pushed off feeling the familiar crunch of ski on snow as my edges carved their first arc into the flesh of the pale yet bounteous mountainside, pushing myself into a tuck and breathing shallow gasps against the crisp cold of the morning air.

I soon saw my quarry below me gracefully jumping a gully that had appeared before ducking into the dense black firs momentarily out of sight. Free spirited and content still unaware of my approach. But not for long as the swooshing of my skis upon the ice carried across the trail causing the birds to rise and peer inquisitively as I passed. She paused and turned back up the trail, gliding down backwards then smiled and laughed sensing my intentions, and taking up the unwritten challenge of a race to the base.

The snow sparkled under the bright sun. The air, cold and crisp, invigorating my senses. She appeared to move without effort speeding down the side of the snow-clad mountain, her skies carving graceful, sweeping turns on her way to the bottom. The ski run forked a sign with a large black diamond on one side a blue square on the other, sat squarely in the center. Without hesitation or slowing she turned on to the run with the black diamond. The slope became steeper and filled with moguls. Her upper body moving only slightly always facing downhill, her legs moving like pistons, turning between the moguls, absorbing the shocks, her hips and knees twisting one way then another, carving their way down the slope. She was good, and every bit my equal although I would never let it be known. Despite my gains and my best efforts I knew that there wasn’t enough mountainside left before we reached the bottom to take her. The ski runs merged back together and I came to a stop my skies throwing up a cloud of snow, as they turned parallel to the hill. Exhilarated through the chase and full of admiration for my adversary.

Breathing heavily for a moment, my thighs burning with exertion, I watched the ski lifts spew forth the morning crowd and my gaze followed the other skiers moving down the hill. Below cruising to the base station I could pick her out clearly now. The woman was, dressed in black bibs her hair streaming behind her as she skied down the hill. She passed the crowds without a glance, her eyes locked on the slope and the victory line below her. I decided to take one final spurt and pushed myself forward, gathering speed, as I moved down the hill again all the time focusing on this wonderous woman. I was still watching when a kid cut in front of her, she turned quickly to avoid running the child down and disappeared in cloud of snow, leaving one ski behind her. Quickly I skied over picking up her loose ski on the way, stopping on her downhill side. "That was quite a wipeout. Are you okay?" I asked. Yes, I'm fine," she replied in slightly miffed voice, knowing her certain victory had evaporated.

"Here, let me help you up," I said. Without waiting for an answer I helped her get the ski back on and pulled her back on to her feet.

“You know you couldn’t catch me” you say as I take in your body for the first time and check you are ok.

“I wouldn’t be so sure you had a fair start and I was gaining” I replied. There was no way I was going to give you the pleasure.

By now the slopes had filled with haphazard skiers and school children finding their balance. There was no way we could continue safely. Knowing this we looked intently into each others eyes. We could see the competitive fires still stoked and unquelled, we couldn’t leave this unresolved. No way.

As one we smiled and opened our mouths

“Tomorrow then…….

AmberSolaire
Yours AmberSolaire


rm_luke69iner 48M
3275 posts
10/30/2005 3:05 pm

Hey where's Trav's How We Met Answers for The Bachelorette?

Did Saintli really capture him and make him wear pink panties and a frilly apron?


S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero,
Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo
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~Dante~


DefiniteTrouble 50F

11/1/2005 4:18 am

Try deleting them again, lol...

**high 5's Jez**


tillerbabe 56F

11/1/2005 6:14 pm

who am I imitating?


tillerbabe 56F

11/1/2005 6:16 pm

Who am imitating?

He keeps saying its the "server", but me thinks it's operator error!


lushgirl69 49F

11/3/2005 7:36 am

i am trying to indulge in this silliness one more time with a bit of discretion......can i still respond?


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