Learning all about the "fairer sex" is a whole bunch of stories by itself.... Maybe my path of learning is similar to a lot of guys? Or maybe not? From the conversations I've had with people, they give me the impression that Mills and Boon could make lotsa money from my life!!!
Now, how to describe the events of one's life without sounding flippant or lacking in respect for those who may feel they deserve more than can be read between the lines here? Oh, what the heck, here goes:-
Primary School "loves"
How young is too young for romance?
Maybe Merja was where my lessons in life and love commenced?
I heard that she died in a car crash when she was only 22. Something about a combi van, Deniliquin, and marijuana. She was an only child and could have been anything, but settled for being a pothead. I'm sure her parents were devastated.
On a rare family outing (well, my mother, sister and me, at least), we visited my mother's brother's family. I sort of took a liking to my cousin (Jo), and "romanced" her on the walk to the railway station by bringing her flowers and doing whatever I could think of to capture her attention. It must have worked, because next time when my uncle's family visited us, she wanted my attention just as much! In the meantime I had learnt that cousins do not get romantic with each other, so in order to make her stop, I was nasty to her! (I have to admit that I was impressed that "I" could have that much impact on someone else, and could never understand why two people could like each other that much but it was wrong!)
How about the baby-sitter then?
Young boys aren't supposed to like girls, but I couldn't help but be fascinated by them even at a young age. I even took a liking to Mimi who used to occasionally baby-sit us whilst my mother worked a part-time job. (Maybe this is where I got my thing for older women?)
I remained shy and in the shadow of my older sister at primary school ( school years 1 to 6 ), and finally got up the courage in Grade 6 to write a sort "Love Letter" to another girl (Judy). The teacher noticed a bit of paper as it was being handed on, and I was made to stand up whilst the teacher read my note to the whole class! Everyone laughed at my expense, AND I never got any feedback from Judy either!
Can a holiday romance last longer than the holidays?
I got to go away with a mate's family on a camping holiday down at Breamlea where I met Chris. We got to lay there in the sand dunes and look at the stars and hear the surf crash on the nearby beach whilst just talking and hanging out. We talked about being boyfriend and girlfriend, but I lived in Melbourne and she was down Geelong, so we couldn't see how it would work. We swapped addresses, but I never got any letter from her, and I lost the bit of paper with her address on it!
Maybe my parents picked how awkward I was with the fairer sex and that helped them make the decision to send me to an all boy's school for the next 5 years of my education? Or maybe it was more to do with it being the cheapest local school? Either way, I just focussed more on books and learning than anything much else for at least 4 of those 5 years. Although there was this "amazing" teacher! Rosalyn caught every boy's heart and imagination (or at least their lustful desires!) at that school. A couple of the other female teachers (Vicki & Fi) also caught their fair share of lustful young boy's attentions too! A few years after leaving that school it went co-educational!
YMCA antics
There was a regular Friday evening "open house" at the YMCA which my sister and I were allowed to go to. I met Dianne on the trampoline there. We used to stir each other, and when my sister was having a party for her 16th birthday, I invited Dianne as my guest. Everyone was chiding me about my "girlfriend" coming over, and I was at the awkward age where I didn't really know what it was all about, but making the right impression was important! Dianne got dressed up and arrived wearing some quite high heels. Her first step into our house on the polished floor boards was a wipe out! Her foot skated out in front of her and she went down heavily with everyone watching. I felt so embarrassed! Needless to say that as a mature [not] lad of 14 I ignored Dianne for the rest of the evening, and "dropped" her as a girlfriend.
I think I was about 15 when my mate was throwing a birthday party. I asked Lillian to go with me (she was in the same class as me at state school. This is a picture of her when she was about 12) via my mate, but she already had a boyfriend she said. She did add that her younger sister might like to come! So, on the night of the party, Lillian, one of her girlfriends and Lillian's younger sister all arrived. All three of these young ladies smoked. The younger sister and I got on okay, and I got to put my arm around her as the evening progressed. At the end of the party my mate's sister gave a few of the people a lift home in her VW combi van. This was in the days before seatbelts being compulsory, and we rolled about on the floor of the van cuddling and kissing. Sadly, that was the last time I saw her!
In my second last year at school I won a prize at the Royal Show for an item of woodworking that I'd made. The other two winners and I were photographed for the local newspaper. There was a knock on the front door one day soon after that and a girl I'd never seen before stood there asking if I liked another girl that I'd also never seen before who was standing out near the street. I didn't know what to answer so I said "Yes", and that was the start of a few interesting walks between our homes. We got to hold hands on the walks, and on one visit we had a cuddle in her garage and I felt very naughty.
In my last year at school, an opportunity came up to earn some money by working school holidays and Friday night and Saturday mornings in a clothing store in the city. I took the job along with another one of the boys. There I met Farida. I was a shy 16 year old and she was a worldly but coy 22! She was such a warm and caring person that you couldn't help but like her. Somehow I managed to get on her Christmas list and she bought me a tie! I was very touched and quite surprised. That simple gesture made me feel like a million dollars! We started to share a bit of social time together, and one day I boldly (with a red face) asked her if I could do something that I'd wanted to for a long time. She looked inquisitively at me and then confidently said "Yes". I kissed her quite forcefully and plunged my tongue almost down her throat. (Which is what I thought you did when you kissed someone passionately!) She put up with it and when we broke for air, she had a bit of a chuckle at me and said something like, "You certainly did want to, didn't you?".... During the rest of that afternoon, Farida gently taught me the art of kissing. From gently brushing lips over each other, and using them to caress each other's faces, to gently exploring with tongues, and gently sucking or nibbling on each other's lips. I was in love! Perhaps if I weren't a shy and nervous young virgin, I might have been bold enough to try a bit more. We drifted apart after I left the clothing store, but I remain eternally grateful for the lessons Farida helped me learn!
On one occasion on the way to work by train (picture an old carriage with lots of long bench seats and doors between every row of seats - known as "Red Rattlers"), I caught sight of a girl that took my fancy. She was sitting near one of the doors, and I was standing not too far away. As the carriage got more and more full, I found myself standing side on , but directly in front of her. As the train bounced around, my leg rubbed against her knees. To my amazement she parted her knees and I found myself "innocently" rubbing between both of her thighs!!! It was my first amazing erotic moment! I wanted it to go on for a whole lot longer. Sadly the carriage started to empty out, and it was not quite so acceptable to be standing that close. We never made eye contact, nor said a word, but I remember that train ride very fondly.
Can innocence satisfy someone who "knows" all the ropes?
My boss at my first fulltime job asked me to go and buy some foam rubber one day. I wandered into Clarke Rubber and was dazzled by a beaming redhead wearing amazing rainbow eye-makeup. I made small talk whilst she served me, and then found an excuse to go back to the store in my lunch break. We got to be friends and I was invited to the orphanage that she lived in for dinner. I'd never seen so many nuns at such a close proximity. All the girls in the orphanage were quite advanced in their social skills and sexual confidence. They all sat smoking and talking of things I'd never even thought about at the end of dinner! They mightn't have had mothers and fathers, but they had each other and bedposts to carve notches into! When my date found that I wasn't going to try anything but kissing with her, she dumped me.
If two people are attracted then it's okay to just kiss?
There was another few companies downstairs where I worked in my first full time job. There was also a sandwich bar there that serviced whomever worked there or wandered in off the street. One of the girls who used to work in one of the other companies and I used to talk about anything and everything whenever we were at the sandwich bar at the same time. I offered to be gallant and walk her back to her place of work one day. When I looked into her eyes as I turned to go back to work, I felt drawn to her and moved forward to kiss her. She willing returned my kiss and we stood in the alleyway kissing for what seemed to be ages. I asked if we could do it again sometime. She said that would be nice, but as she was finishing up where she worked she told me that we would probably never see each other again.
If she doesn't consider him to be her boyfriend, then she's fair game, right?
One of the girls at work (Penny) was quite friendly in an innocent way. One of the guys at work considered she was his girlfriend. She didn't think the same way about him. We got to talking, and as we lived out the same way, I visited her at her home a few times. We used to go for walks and just talk. I asked her if she'd like a kiss one day and she looked coy and said yes. I'd never previously kissed a girl who had no idea how to kiss, and this was a revelation for me. She kept her lips tightly pursed together, as she went "Mwaaa" on my mouth. I suggested that people who enjoyed each other kissed with their mouths open. Next time I kissed her, she opened her mouth quite wide as she thought that's what I meant. I never did get time to explain things better, nor practise more with her. I finished up in that company and she went back to her "boyfriend".
There were a pair of Gayes (that's a female name, not a sexual preference!) that worked on a lower floor in a sizeable city-based legal firm. The company I worked for used to get a lot of their legal advice there. Part of my job function was to run errands, so I frequented that floor and got to chat with a number of people. The blonde Gaye used to speak with me quite easily, whereas the dark and mysterious Gaye and I were uneasy around each other. Needless to say, I was very interested in the Gaye with the long, wavy dark hair and the mischievous smiling eyes and perfectly pouting mouth. We only ever got to talk about going out together, but I don't recall that we ever succeeded.
A tall girl perhaps?
Marg and I used to chat a bit at work, and one day there was an invite to a party which we sort of invited each other to. She was a bit older and I think she was also a little bit taller than me too. We sort of ended up being dates for each other at a work-related party. I'm not sure now who asked who. We got as far as kissing, and I think she was interested in going further, but I wasn't. She was interesting to chat with, but she didn't appeal to me as a prospective girlfriend. And I wasn't sure I wanted to date a smoker.
Perhaps I should mention that the personnel manager (Bruce) where I worked in my first full time job was a homosexual? The only reason for mentioning it, is that he had his sights set on me not long after I started. He invited me over to his place to help him paint (In the nude! which I chose to NOT partake in), and later asked me to lay on his bed with him and listen to a relaxation album. I might have been a nervous little virgin, but I knew I didn't want to go where Bruce wanted me to! Bruce used to like to talk about sex, and asked me which hand I used when I masturbated. As I'd never tried, I told him I used both hands! (It was shortly after this that I thought if it's part of people's conversations, maybe I should try it for myself! I learnt that lubrication of some sort is very important unless you want to be sore for days afterward!) The receptionist at the same company (Ray) asked me back to his place one day and introduced me to some of his male friends that he shared with. I think they shared more than just the house. Not long after that, I was at Flinders Street railway station and needed to go to the toilet quite badly. You had to put some change in the door locks to open them, and I had no change. A guy was fumbling about and taking his time, and I asked if I could rush in and relieve myself and then I'd leave the door open for him. He just looked at me. As I was desperate, I went in and closed the door. Next thing I know, he's putting some more money in the lock and coming in to join me in the cubicle! My pants came straight up, and I rushed out of the cubicle still without defecating. However, now my backside was clamped tightly closed and nothing could come out anyhow! Between Bruce and Ray and this "gentleman", I found I didn't have any need to ponder my sexual preference!
Whilst riding my motorbike around in a paddock one day, I stopped to ask a cute girl (Maria - although she liked to call herself Marie) who was sitting watching if she'd like a ride. She said "Yes", and that was the start of us almost being boyfriend and girlfriend. We used to go for walks and have long chats on the phone. Trouble was that I was almost 18, and she was almost 16, and her Russian father thought I was much too old for his precious and only daughter. He forced me to never see her again. Before the ban, Marie and I had actually taken all of our clothes off except for our underpants, and writhed about on my bed together. We kissed and got a bit breathless, but we both kept our pants on!
The older sister of a mate's girlfriend and I started to spend a bit of time together. Margie and I got a bit adventurous with our petting. Whilst Margie never volunteered anything, she never stopped me trying to explore her with my hands either. One night in the driveway outside her home I tried unsuccessfully to explore one of her crevices with something other than my hand. I felt a bit embarrassed that I was trying so hard to lose my virginity. I think she felt something similar as we mutually dropped each other after that.
I also used to ride to one of the groups of shops in a nearby suburb and just sit on my bike in the parking area at the front of the shops. A few other guys did similar, and it wasn't long before there was a mini crowd there every evening. Denise took a liking to me because I was "different". I used to chat with her and I was interested in what she had to say. I'd never known any girl who willingly wanted her head shaved like Denise had, and tried so hard to appear tough! She smoked and swore, but there was also a softer side to her and she would have looked stunning with a full head of hair! At a party one of the guys had, Denise and I got a "bit friendly" on one of the beds. I was a bit drunk, was sort of lying on top of her and had my hand down her pants! My mate's father took me to one side a bit later on and told me it was impolite to do "that sort of thing" at a friend's place! (Not sure if I was being told off there, or he was "congratulating" me the way some guys seem to!) As I had lowered myself to the same place all other guys seemed to be (in Denise's eyes), I was dropped. Another girl took an interest in me whilst I sat outside the shops. She was built like a straight pretzel with 2 enormous bits of rock salt positioned where you imagine they might be! I got to give her a ride on the back of my bike one time, and wished I didn't have my leather jacket on, so I could feel her pressed against me better!!!
The guys from work used to go to the Sandringham / Black Rock beach a lot each summer, and on one outing I got to meet a lovely girl who took a liking to me too. The guys and I were throwing a ball around in the water I think, and after a few playful grabs at each other, she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. We smiled and kissed as we bobbed around in the water. We saw each other a few other times, and once she invited me back to her place to meet her father and brother. All three of them smoked and drank beer, and I didn't do either of these things. I must have appeared to be a complete dork to them! As I didn't know what to do other than kiss, and I was not confident to do anything much more than exploring with my hands, I didn't try. She grew tired of waiting for me to make a move, and then lost interest in me!
The guys used to head over to Ray's place a fair bit. There was an easy atmosphere about the place and always food and lots of people. Ray's auntie Pauline took a liking to me. We ended up having a bit of a kiss and she let me put my hand up her top. I'd never known nipples could grow as long as what Pauline's did!
If you are interested, make sure the other party knows!
I got to share a flat with a mate (Steve) from work, and he ended up getting engaged to one of the girls (Olwen) from work. Just before they were planning to kick me out and have Olwen move in instead, the engagement was broken off. When I met up with Olwen a short while later, she asked me why I never made a move on her as she had always liked me best! She told me that as I had never shown her any interest, she went with Steve instead!
The daughter of one of the families that regularly visited Ray's place and I got talk a fair bit. I wanted her to like me romantically, so I bought her a necklace and gave it to her. She told me that expensive gifts like that were normally only for boyfriends and girlfriends. I told her it was fine that I really wanted her to have it (and me). She took it and left me! She avoided me after that.
Just before I moved out from sharing with Steve, I asked the girl across the corridor if she'd like to go out. I'd lived there for maybe a year, and had never plucked up the courage. Now I was moving out, it didn't matter if she said no. She actually said "Yes"! We went to Luna Park and I got sick from the rides! I guess that watching me throw up was too much for her, and I never got to see her again!
Not through lack of trying?
All these stories, and I remained an "innocent" little virgin! That was about to change!
Another of my mates (John) was turning 21 and he wanted to get back at a girl who had snubbed him by inviting her to his 21st and snubbing her. So Jane turned up expecting to be spending some time with the party's host. As I was there by myself and I'd always thought she was cute, I asked her if she would like to dance. We spent the rest of the evening together. Jane was wearing a cream satin dress and I remember that she felt so good through that shiny material! We spent a lot of time together over the next weeks and rapidly thought we knew all about each other. It wasn't too long before we were alone, and there was a bed, and we ended up with no clothes on snuggling together. Jane told me that she was also a virgin, but I'm still amazed at how much she knew and was able to help me for someone who had never "gone all the way" before. My thoughts on losing my virginity - "Is this all it is?"! Anyhow, we persevered and practised a lot, and next thing we were getting married! Jane's parents were moving to a new home in the country and my car was not working at that time, so we decided as we couldn't bear to be apart that we should live together. As Jane's family were "good Catholics", that meant we would have to be married. We were both 19 at the time, and in less than 2 years couldn't stand so many things about each other that we split up.
After we split, we actually had a few "dates" and I took Jane for a few rides on the back of my bike. She told me that if the reason I'd left her was just the bike, I could keep the bike and still come back to her.
The same weekend that Jane and I split up, I traded the car in on a motorbike and then spent a whole lot of time going for rides. I was still feeling guilty for not having been able to keep a marriage going, so was not about to get into another relationship too quickly. There was a girl living in the same boarding house that I'd moved into, but I couldn't succeed in any more than a cup of coffee with her. As I was lonely I looked up Marie to see if she was doing anything. She told me that she now had a boyfriend but a good friend of her's had a bad run of guys that used her and then dumped her. Panoraya and I went out a few times, and then as I was getting sexually frustrated, I also ended up having sex with her and then feeling totally guilty afterwards. As I couldn't face her after that, I effectively became another in her series of users! Sorry Panoraya!
More loneliness and more mistakes
Then I met Kathy who had moved in with my sister. She had a young baby, but was a lonely person like I was. We ended up getting close, and before too long were living together. We had a bit of a disagreement about something and I moved out.
I had reason to telephone a large number of companies in one of my jobs to source prices and fittings for engineering works. I used to chat a bit with every female who answered the phone. In one of those chats I asked a receptionist named Linda if she'd like to go for a ride on my bike with me. She said "Yes", so we met for lunch one day. We went out a few times, and I tried making a move on her each time. On one occasion after I had had a fair amount to drink, she invited me to stay over. Like most guys who have had too much to drink, I was not able to "perform" that evening. When she dropped me home the next day, we ended up going inside. I had never known any (and still to this day know of no other) girl that bucked like a wild horse whilst having sex! She must have been as disappointed in it as me as we lost contact rapidly before she went overseas a couple of months later.
I asked another of my mates if he knew of any sexy young blondes that he could bring to my belated 21st party that I was throwing myself. He ended up bringing a blonde along that seemed to be nothing like he'd described. As I didn't know if Zep was bringing anyone for me, I also invited Jane. She was happy as she thought we might be getting back together. So there was Jane and I sitting up toward one end of the table and Pauline was at the other end with Zep and his wife wondering why she'd come. I did the trip around the table talking to everyone, and ended up offering to drive Pauline home. Jane stormed off early as she realised I wasn't making any move on her. I drove Pauline home and we chatted for a while. Then I reached over to give her a kiss goodnight and we spent another few hours kissing! It wasn't too long before we were living together.
Then, one sunny morning, I was riding my motorbike in to work until it stopped travelling the same way as me after it hit a Torana that had rocketed out from a stop sign. I continued down the road a short way, flying much like a Superman. Then my anti-gravity pills must have given out, as I crumpled into the road and soon blacked out. I was losing a fair amount of blood and had broken a large number of bones. I awoke twice whilst still on the road. The first time to answer the tow truck guys questions about who he should contact, and the second time when the ambulance guy was cutting my pants off me.
Is there life after death?
That night I vividly recall floating up to the ceiling in the hospital I was in, and looking down at the proceedings below. It wasn't long before a series of people rushed into the room around one of the people laying in one of the beds. They pounded at this guy's chest and looked like they were trying to pump some life back into him. I watched in fascination. At some point I got to see his face and realised I was looking at myself. At the point of realising, I ceased to float and recall being thumped directly on my own chest. I later found that I had died and had needed to be revived. I was dead for 5 minutes. I am not religious at all, but from this, I firmly believe that the spirit is a separate entity to the body that services it throughout "life". Once life is over, the spirit moves on.
I remained in a coma for 6 days, and can advise that there is absolutely no muscle control whilst comatose. Hearing and feeling work fine, but no response is possible. When they force open your eyelids and shine a torch into one of your eyes, you can vaguely pick shapes but are not able to focus, and the torchlight is painful, but you can't do anything about it. I was washing in and out of consciousness during those 6 days, but could not give any message to anyone that was speaking with me. or holding my hands. Pauline was in the hospital constantly. My mother came in frequently, and even Jane came in for a few visits. I spent the next 5 years in and out of hospital, and had about 25 or so operations.
One of the nurses at one of the hospitals took a liking to me (I gather I was one of many in that category!). She came to visit me a couple of times when she knew that I had no other visitors. She told me that she knew how sexually frustrating it must be to be just lying there in bed and have no way of reliving myself. (She "knew" as her husband was away a lot on trips and left her home by herself she said.) I agreed with her, and she slid her hand in under the sheet!
As Pauline had stuck by me through all of this, and the fits of depression that I went through, I felt it was only right for us to get married. We'd been through all sorts of trauma and had long stretches where there was little cash, surely this meant we'd be able to make a go of a marriage? Wrong! It needs more than a guy and a gal to be in the same place at the same time for a marriage to last. It might be enough to sustain a bit of a chat and a laugh and maybe even some sex, but you also need love, patience and commitment to make a marriage last.
If you don't agree with something, don't get pushed into it
Pauline needed a reason to stay at home she told me, otherwise she was going to go off and join the police force! It seemed it was time to have a baby!?
As it happened, Pauline gave up on the relationship after a number of years. She had a son that was conceived from artificial insemination (or maybe a boyfriend?) and I put my name down as father on his birth certificate. Benson was 15 months old when Pauline decided to leave me and go and live with her new boyfriend instead. I was devastated, but tried to do the right thing and give her virtually all the furniture as a once only settlement. I used the legal system to provide what was supposed to be the correct legal advice, and found it was a waste of time and money, as a few years later I was served with a warrant to pay ongoing maintenance.
Almost immediately after Pauline had left, I was without money, job, or much in the way of prospects. I was over a having a coffee with a friend, Debbie and a nearby neighbour, Gloria was visiting. It seems Gloria took an immediate interest in me. As I was broke she became my landlady by allowing me to move in under her house. She used to come downstairs for visits and invited me upstairs for a meal every so often. We soon became lovers. Then I moved away for work and we tried the long distance relationship thing. We used to travel to visit each other a few times a year, and spent a fair amount on telephone bills.
I was helping a mate move house and the girlfriend of another of their friends was also helping. We got to talking, and took an interest in each other. She was lonely and I offered to visit her at home to cheer her up (plus she intrigued me). After a few visits she asked me if I was interested in her in that way. As I wasn't really "with" Gloria, and this girl didn't seem to be too concerned about her own boyfriend, we ended up getting sexual. I think we both found it pleasant to be with a partner, but the sex was otherwise unfulfilling.
A little while later Gloria resigned from her job, sold her house and moved to be with me. She wasn't out of work for too long before she got a job that paid even more than she'd been on previously. We were living together as defactos for a number of years and got as far as getting engaged. I really wanted to settle down and I'm sure Gloria would have stuck by me, but I found it very stifling to live with her and ended up moving out to live with a mate. Digby charged me minimal rent and helped me sort my head out.
A love interest at work?
Around this time I started doing some rather lengthy hours at work (including weekends) as I had nothing much else to do with my time and I wanted to feel useful. I was working on a project that soaked up all those hours easily. My desk was not too far away from one of the telephone helpdesk teams that were continuously manned. Various conversations were had by me and members of this team. On one occasion Robyn asked if I wanted anything from the tearoom. Our conversations became more frequent and we also started to swap a bit of e-mail at work. I was a little concerned that some of her work colleagues were telling me that Robyn was living with one guy and had two or three more that she was interested in.
Everyone loved Robyn! You couldn't really help but to like her, and she liked to flirt with everyone and get their attention. I also liked to flirt, so I didn't think too much of Robyn doing it.
A few months later, Robyn moved out from where she was living with her boyfriend, and I moved out from living with Digby, and we moved in together.
We believed that we were madly in love with each other and planned the "fairytale" wedding. It took us 12 months to save enough to pay for the basics (and then put the honeymoon on the Visa cards!)
The fairytale included the perfect car (which at some previous stage had been Evel Knievel's).
Note: It looked great in all the photos, but was quite tight and never intended for a bride wearing a headdress to be seated in.
The perfect cake (which was supposed to be just the "pumpkin" carriage and horses, but proved too difficult to pull off).
Note: As I don't like fruit cake, the base of the cathedral was a chocolate mud cake!
After Robyn came my E-Pal life which is covered on that page.
Robyn recently created a profile for herself on an Internet dating site. Here's what she has to say about herself:
l'm always being told how amazing l am, although l think it's said in a comical way. I say l should have been called Grace. I love making people laugh and if l come across as being silly/goofy, then that's o.k. I love to laugh and tend to look for the positive side to anything. I'm aiming to get my motorbike learners in 12-18months so some hints and tips would be great. l'm not looking for a serious relationship or a physical one either just yet but if l meet someone special, who l click with in that way, then that may change. I don't want any pressure put on me. l'm looking for someone who is confident, mildly romantic, surprising, but l also want someone with a bit of a rough edge to his character.(I can't explain that!) I want someone who knows how to treat a woman but isn't a wimp. An animal lover would be a bonus. I love curling up in bed watching tv and reading a magazine (yes l can do both at the same time!) with the electric blanket on so high that l have to stick my legs and arms out from the doona to cool down! I love talking but am also a good listener. I've been told l'm perfect but no one is perfect, l believe its our imperfections that make us unique and make us who we are, along with our perfections. I like walking along the beach with my dog when l can. I love going to the pics to watch a romantic comedy and l enjoy action pics like the lethal weapon series. l'll finish up by saying that l'm about 5 ft 6 but l'm sure l've been shrinking over the last few years.I've been told throughout my whole life that l have the most amazing blue eyes. I think my natural haircolor is mousey brown from what l remember. I seem to have a liking towards virgos. lm still looking for that special someone though and l know that one day it will happen for me.
She found herself a guy quite a number of years her junior, but that didn't last either. So her latest profile is:
I've recently come out of a relationship in Feb with a guy l thought was as happy with me as l was with him so l don't really know if l 'm ready for this, but someone may be able to kick off that elusive spark l call 'chemistry' inside of me.If you don't understand that, please don't contact me. I seem to be very fussy and won't go out with a guy just cos l'm lonely.I don't want to hear from the type who is/ can be so passionate towards me, only to want to breakup days later saying the love has just gone. I want someone who knows you don't stay in the fuzzy state of the first part of a relationship forever, I want someone with a quiet,cool confidence about them.I love going to the movies & going out for dinner. I also love watching a movie, snuggled up with my man on the couch. I love motorbikes but don't ride one myself yet. l'm a bit of a nut but l love making people laugh. I have a dog who is the love of my life so l 'd love to talk with someone who loves animals. I hate the cold but l would love to watch the snow somewhere from inside a cabin or somewhere warm where we can snuggle up in front of a fire with wine and just talk, or sit quietly together enjoying each other.That's an unfullfilled dream.Haven't met the right guy yet l guess. I love romantic dinners but l haven't had too many in my lifetime. There have only been 2 guys l've actually gone to the trouble of cooking and setting up a romantic dinner for. I don't do that for someone l'm not serious about. I love surprises, l love giving little gifts to the one l love. l am happy when l know the people l love are happy. I may have high expectations here but when l find someone who lights my fire, I just want the relationship to be wonderful and filled with flirting and laughter. I don't seem to be drawn to any particular type.I believe the eyes are the window to the soul and it's through them that l get my 1st gut feeling on wanting to take it further with a guy.
And along comes Shona...
From my E-Pal life came Shona, and she is covered in the rest of this site!
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I remained shy and in the shadow of my older sister at primary school ( school years 1 to 6 ), and finally got up the courage in Grade 6 to write a sort "Love Letter" to another girl (
I think I was about 15 when my mate was throwing a birthday party. I asked 
Whilst riding my motorbike around in a paddock one day, I stopped to ask a cute girl (Maria - although she liked to call herself 
Another of my mates (
Jane's parents were moving to a new home in the country and my car was not working at that time, so we decided as we couldn't bear to be apart that we should live together. As Jane's family were "good Catholics", that meant we would have to be married. We were both 19 at the time, and in less than 2 years couldn't stand so many things about each other that we split up.
I asked another of my mates if he knew of any sexy young blondes that he could bring to my belated 21st party that I was throwing myself. He ended up bringing a blonde along that seemed to be nothing like he'd described. As I didn't know if 
As Pauline had stuck by me through all of this, and the fits of depression that I went through, I felt it was only right for us to get married. We'd been through all sorts of trauma and had long stretches where there was little cash, surely this meant we'd be able to make a go of a marriage? Wrong! It needs more than a guy and a gal to be in the same place at the same time for a marriage to last. It might be enough to sustain a bit of a chat and a laugh and maybe even some sex, but you also need love, patience and commitment to make a marriage last.
As it happened, Pauline gave up on the relationship after a number of years. She had a son that was conceived from artificial insemination (or maybe a boyfriend?) and I put my name down as father on his birth certificate. 
Almost immediately after Pauline had left, I was without money, job, or much in the way of prospects. I was over a having a coffee with a friend, Debbie and a nearby neighbour, Gloria was visiting. It seems 
Around this time I started doing some rather lengthy hours at work (including weekends) as I had nothing much else to do with my time and I wanted to feel useful. I was working on a project that soaked up all those hours easily. My desk was not too far away from one of the telephone helpdesk teams that were continuously manned. Various conversations were had by me and members of this team. On one occasion 
The fairytale included the perfect car (which at some previous stage had been Evel Knievel's). 
The perfect cake (which was supposed to be just the "pumpkin" carriage and horses, but proved too difficult to pull off).
And the perfect couple too, of course.
Until Robyn decided to kiss me goodbye: