Yeah...they happen from time to time. Every six months or so. lol

...Does this mean I can have a hug now? :smt052

 

Getting feisty in here huh naughty nerd girl? Next time save that for someone trying to roll up on your e-man.

 

I do......rayer:

I speak very softly...... :smt045

 

Don't you start with me, Ra! Lol

Besides, GQ can handle himself. He's a big boy.

 

Sorry, I meant to say someone hitting on him. Hasn't that happen a couple of times already in some other threads? And no I'm not trying to start any trouble.

 

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...and you too lovely Tam, each type I write your name, I mouth it in the same breathe. For me, you are a flame that suddenly comes alive in a strange, but magical place. I imagine you and think about horses, their hooves, and their strength in motion, and marvel at the world the molded and toughened your spirit.

It reminds me of some story in the bible, although I might not really be accurately telling it, and might have it really mixed up, yet it is a story that ministered to me years ago about a woman of practical means that knew no city life, a woman sired, raised and toughened in the drudgery of everyday life on the farm, in the wild, yet in whom the city man found worthy , or found the love of a city man.

The story flows and strikes in me in a particular part, the moment I would call the moment of discovery. When the man looked at her weathered hands, and she also thought about her weathered hands, and the things she could accomplish with them, and when she also considered the soft and supple skin of the other competing woman in the city, she was discouraged whether she was match in competition for the woman of the city, matched enough to deserve love from this city man.

Yet, beyond the klieg lights of the city, beyond the obsession of fashion, competition, booze, and sex; something held the city man in awe of this rural woman. He knew when he saw her that he wanted the woman of practical means.

Now, I have never seen you, neither I have I seen your weathered hands , nor do I say you have weathered hands I speak more to your spirit and to your knowledge of the world that is beyond immediacy and fanciness of looks, or skin colour . I speak more to your spirit, your soul, and the way you weave your words and the depth of experience that shines forth in your comments and your bountiful generousity, and those words that continue to hold me hostage, even though I am very far away, yet the love of the mind is not restricted by borders, nor colour.

Please continue being Tam, I am a fan4real. I would have said I loved you, but you hate people that say they are in love with you so soon

I hope this little message lifts your day and brightens your spirit. And thank you for the gift of the spirit, and that other stuff, you know what, you are amazing too

 

I am glad you liked the fresh ocean air that consumed you on arrival. It was meant to appreciate you and acknowledge we have a good person in our midst.

 

I love black men because they really looks sexy. Black skin, big lips and muscular body turns me on so so much.

 

Hmmm interesting if that is you in the avatar then you have lovely tits

 

it is interesting for me as well. never felt this way before. No white man excited me so much and made me want him anywhere!

 

I know you're not, sunshine. I was just kidding with you.

And yeah, I've said stuff...all in fun, my friend. All in fun.

 

So is that you in the avatar

 

does it matters?

 

oh suuuues glorious suuuess

 

LOL ever the British lass singing a pantomime song

 

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