Annoying Partners
As a recent divorcee, it would be churlish to reveal what annoys me the most about my ex, apart from that unfortunate business with the crinkle-cut beetroot which tipped us over the edge. So, what winds you up about your significant other? If you have no partner, tell us about workmates. If you have no workmates, improvise with an annoying tramp
( , Thu 4 Aug 2011, 14:47)
As a recent divorcee, it would be churlish to reveal what annoys me the most about my ex, apart from that unfortunate business with the crinkle-cut beetroot which tipped us over the edge. So, what winds you up about your significant other? If you have no partner, tell us about workmates. If you have no workmates, improvise with an annoying tramp
( , Thu 4 Aug 2011, 14:47)
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Meeting The Perfect Partner (a roastpea)
I spent many years looking for the perfect woman. All through my youth and early twenties I bounced from one short term relationship to another. I met numerous really nice people - smart, beautiful, caring and so on, but I just couldn’t find ‘the perfect woman’ – and that’s what I wanted and that’s what I was going to hold out for: The perfect woman. After all, why sell yourself short?
In time I realised there was no one local who fitted my criteria so when I was in my late twenties I left my home town and my family and friends behind and covered the country looking for ‘her.’ But although I dated and romanced loads of women the ones I met were always too tall, too short, a bit podgy, too thin, wrong hair colour... etc. You know what I mean. I wasn't after second best so I moved on. I wanted to hook up with the perfect woman, and that's a fair enough desire.
In my early thirties I decided to take my quest overseas and I spent many years searching far-away places for the ‘right one’... All around Europe, through Africa, across the Americas... but again, despite meeting many great girls, I still had no luck on the ultimate partner front. Plenty of lovely people, but just not the one I was after.
However perseverance is a wonderful thing. After years and years of active searching I finally found her – The Perfect Woman. I kid you not: She was wonderful; she was faultless, she was everything I had ever dreamed of. Perfection. I was ecstatic. Finally, after all that work, all that searching, I had located the perfect woman.
And there is no doubt in my mind that we would have lived happily ever after except for one small issue: She was looking for the perfect man.
( , Mon 8 Aug 2011, 21:12, 4 replies)
I spent many years looking for the perfect woman. All through my youth and early twenties I bounced from one short term relationship to another. I met numerous really nice people - smart, beautiful, caring and so on, but I just couldn’t find ‘the perfect woman’ – and that’s what I wanted and that’s what I was going to hold out for: The perfect woman. After all, why sell yourself short?
In time I realised there was no one local who fitted my criteria so when I was in my late twenties I left my home town and my family and friends behind and covered the country looking for ‘her.’ But although I dated and romanced loads of women the ones I met were always too tall, too short, a bit podgy, too thin, wrong hair colour... etc. You know what I mean. I wasn't after second best so I moved on. I wanted to hook up with the perfect woman, and that's a fair enough desire.
In my early thirties I decided to take my quest overseas and I spent many years searching far-away places for the ‘right one’... All around Europe, through Africa, across the Americas... but again, despite meeting many great girls, I still had no luck on the ultimate partner front. Plenty of lovely people, but just not the one I was after.
However perseverance is a wonderful thing. After years and years of active searching I finally found her – The Perfect Woman. I kid you not: She was wonderful; she was faultless, she was everything I had ever dreamed of. Perfection. I was ecstatic. Finally, after all that work, all that searching, I had located the perfect woman.
And there is no doubt in my mind that we would have lived happily ever after except for one small issue: She was looking for the perfect man.
( , Mon 8 Aug 2011, 21:12, 4 replies)
How very wise
I understand Hallmark have a vacancy writing cards.
( , Tue 9 Aug 2011, 13:18, closed)
I understand Hallmark have a vacancy writing cards.
( , Tue 9 Aug 2011, 13:18, closed)
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