A Chicken Fried Steak over French Fries with spicy, brown gravy from Cade's in Fort Worth, Texas. That was absolutely one of my favorite meals.
If you live in the area I highly recommend you give them a try. I was there I 1994 the last time so they may be gone. I haven't tried to look on-line.
Actually I'm making Beef Stroganoff over Rice with French cut Green Beans and pearl Onions. A peach Cobbler for desert.
Yeah, I do it. I'm the best cook in my family. I owned and managed restaurants putting my way through engineering school and a German chef taught me how 46 to 47 years ago.
Tomorrow it'll be left overs or a frozen dinner of meatloaf and potatoes or Mac and cheese. I like the simple stuff too.
I wish it was my wife but she never liked that.
I feel very deprived if I don't get to do that.
I love it.
A face shape and an odor. Not perfume, her. If she resembles my first real love, I'm interested. Intellect always turns me on.
For perfume, Yves St. Laurant Opium.
I drive the speed limit or slower so I do it a couple times a day for the fucking assholes that tailgate me. I slow down. If you're in that much of a hurry leave earlier asshole because I'll make your trip longer.
I've been known to get down to 35 on the freeway and the dick head stayed on my ass even though there were 2 lanes open for him to go around me. He flashed his lights, pulled out to go around. I just smiled broadly as I kept pace so he couldn't get back over and gave him the finger as he passed his off ramp. He was pounding on the dashboard as I just kept driving away.
I will express my displeasure and my wife will tell me I'm just dragging myself down to his level. I disagree and tell her I'm just using the only language they understand to tell them. I don't care if it's a man or woman. Get on my ass and get the finger and a real delay as I slow down. I have stopped my car too.
At 60 miles an hour your car travels 88 feet in "ONE" second. At 30 it's 44 feet. Most peoples reaction time to surprise is over one second so if you're closer than that you've just hit the car in front. If you do, you're as stupid as it gets.
Probably the most memorable was on the floor in my brothers living room while he and his wife were talking in the bedroom. We had just finished as she walked through to the kitchen and glanced at us and just said, "Hi" as she walked by. My wife did not particularly like that but I did.
I love to do that but I like it all. As long as she wants me I'll do whatever she wants or needs.
Absolutely Pecan!
But Peach Cobbler is so close and also Apple Pan Dowdie.
Orgasm, yeah!
Punched cards were first used around 1725 by Basile Bouchon and Jean-Baptiste Falcon (fr) as a more robust form of the perforated paper rolls then in use for controlling textile looms in France. This technique was greatly improved by Joseph Marie Jacquard in his Jacquard loom in 1801.
This became IBM punch cards and many other formats for storing data.
So from someone wanting to make weaving cheaper we have the technology we live with today.
I remember things in images so when I write I'm really kind of reliving them. In"My Wife's Pantyless Night Out". I was seeing the image of me looking at her when it wrote this.
"If you have never experienced someone looking at you with eyes that you just want to fall into and drown while they are smiling and kissing you, you've missed a major development point in your poor poor life."
I still feel that way now, 43 years later.
When I get to the point where I'll have to die to feel better sex becomes secondary.
Until then I'm good with it. My wife used to tell me I'd probably get hard after they cremated me. I agreed.
My type is women.
I'm attracted to all of them for different reasons but the only ones I've been drawn to all resembled my cousin who I fell in love with 60 years ago and it never changed. I've seen her face on all colors and sizes and that's all it ever took to attract me. I've adored my wife for 43 years, always will, and, yes, she does resemble her.
I never have and never would tell someone they weren't my type though. That is a very demeaning thing to say to someone.
Green with gold lines that radiate out from the center.
A very talented author. A very strong woman. And, a nurse. I've always liked nurses and married one. I like the Wonder Woman tag too.
Stay strong and safe.
Because if I don't do that she won't stand still long enough to get to know who she is. I really like strong women.
I do not believe in them.
I am an electrical engineer and I designed computers for 35 years. I know what electromagnetic radiation does to your cells. Half of the phone signal is going through your brain when you use it. If you carry it near your waist when not using it then half of the signal is passing through your genetic material. It ALWAYS transmits, even when you turn it off. To stop it you have to pull the battery.
And you wondered where mutants came from!
California has some really stupid laws.
No vehicle without a driver may exceed 60 miles per hour.
In Belvedere the City Council order reads:
“No dog shall be in a public place without its master on a leash.
In Blythe you are not permitted to wear cowboy boots unless you already own at least two cows.
And
In Burlingame it is illegal to spit, except on baseball diamonds.
It used to be illegal to eat ice cream standing on the sidewalk until Clint Eastwood repealed it when he was mayor.
Girl or wife? Absolutely
Stranger? Female, Absolutely
Another guy? Never. Unless it's a swap or group, then the guy(s) might get to see.
It doesn't matter if she's silent, moans or screams. If she screams I want her neighbors to know my name. If she moans and growls I love to hear it. If she's silent I love watching her face and eyes to see the effect I'm having.
Just being there doing what she wants is what I like. Every one has different reactions. My wife did all three at different times, depending on what we were doing.
