Flannel PJ's, unless I have plans, then something silky and sexy, but really, that stuff is NOT comfortable for sleeping, and I'll usually switch to the PJ's afterwards...
I'd never do it. Had a friend ask me once, and after about a 15 minute argument, she was no longer my friend.
Not so adventurous in food...but at the races one of the teams fired up the grill and they had kabobs that were made with venison, elk and bear, and they were very tasty. As a little girl we had a school field trip to Chinatown in San Francisco and I found a dish that was quite tasty until they told me it was octopus. Still won't eat it again!
Some Fantastic Place by Squeeze. I cry like a baby every time I hear it because it's so true about so many of the people I've lost over the years. They wrote it together about a woman that had helped them out in the early days of their careers. It's just about the most beautiful set of words ever to me.
She gave to me her tenderness
Her friendship and her love
I see her face from time to time
There in the sky above
We grew up learning as we went
What a voyage our life could be
It took us through a wilderness
Into the calmest sea
Her smile could lift me from the pain
I often found within
She said some things I wont forget
She made a few bells ring
So simple her humility
Her beauty found in grace
Today she lives another life
In some fantastic place.
She showed me how to raise a smile
Out of a bed of gloom
And in her garden sanctuary
A life began to bloom.
She visualised a world ahead
And planned how it would be
She left behind the strongest love
That lives eternally
I have the hope that when its time
For me to come her way
That shell be there to show me round
Whenever comes that day
Her love was life and happiness
And in her steps I trace
The way to live a better life
In some fantastic place
Damn it. Just reading the words brings the tears...
It's been almost two months since I gave birth, and I'm feeling great, already lost a little of the weight, and four nights ago, we decided to see how sex would be. Sadly, it was...not right. He was as gentle, caring and sweet as he's always been, and everything worked fine, but it just wasn't...good. I orgasmed, but it was so minor that I barely recognized it for what it was. We tried the next night, same thing, next night, same thing AGAIN. Is there something wrong with me? That I can't orgasm like I used to? Or does my body still need time to adjust? I can get wet fine, but the orgasm is just not like it used to be, and it's worrying me as we've never had any kind of sexual issue in ten years. I haven't said anything to him at all because it's nothing that he's doing wrong, it's all me. Any advice would be huge!!!
It hasn't happened lately, but I love looking right back at them with the "you can look all you want, but the rest is seriously off limits!" stare.
Hubby loves me in green, give me him in dark colors, black, navy, charcoal grey...YUM!
Shopping with hubby is only acceptable if it's groceries or household type stuff. He'd dress me like a hooker if given his choices! One of my girlfriends is usually best for shopping for clothes in general, and my bff for shoes, because no one but her understands shoes like I do...lol. I've gone shopping with gay men, and while I've gotten good advice on numerous things for going out and having fun, they weren't so good on picking out work attire. They give great advice on dressing hubby, however, who will most assuredly wear jeans and t-shirts if I don't buy him anything else.
Perfect man? The one I married.
I'm 5' 10" sans heels, and I love to wear them! However, Hubby's just a tad under 6'1" so on some nights, I'm taller, but he doesn't really let it get to him. I did date one guy in college who had an issue as he was only 5'9". It's never mattered to me either way, but I do love feeling all safe and comfy in hubby's arms.
Congratulations!!!
It's a wonderful thing indeed!!!
I've been compared to Connie Selleca, which is a huge compliment to me, but I don't see it.
Shortly after I got married my anti-theft device in my car started acting up and I had to wiggle the key to get it to allow me to start the car. I told hubby it needed to be repaired or removed. He asked what the big deal was over thirty seconds of jiggling the key. I calmly explained that those thirty seconds would clearly become my undoing when the zombie hordes were clambering all over the car, desiring to nosh on my brains. I told him it obviously be the difference between a successful escape to meet up with him, or being devoured, converted to the zombie lifestyle and my eventually chewing off a certain part of his anatomy first. He fixed it immediately.
I'm thinking you mean this slightly different than you worded it, but yes, I have my man, and I'm going to love him forever. I might look, and possibly fantasize about others, but he has my heart and always will. No one else makes me feel like he does, which is why I married him!
I don't know about some old man that's about to die, but I think most of us have felt bad for some poor guy who's been dumped on, treated rudely, etc. I had a classmate who got dumped in a really rude manner and he felt lower than dirt, but I at least put a smile on his face for a bit...:-)
Speaking as a psychologist, it's a pretty common fantasy, and usually there's a bit of thrill from the "power" of the older man taking control. All in all, pretty routine, harmless, and it can be an excellent inspiration for some stories, give it a try!
No personality=no interest whatsoever. He could be a billionaire with Brad Pitt's body, and he still wouldn't get my attention.
Bvlgari Omnia, started wearing it a few years ago, and I love it, it almost always gets questions. For hubby, I just love the combination of Geoffrey Beene's Grey Flannel and him, it's cheap, easy to find, but gawd the man just melts me when he wears it...
Sugaring is the easy, painless way, and it lasts longer.
Gee, after we've had sex in the bedroom, he seems to have difficulty finding the remote. That might be because I've hidden it to make absolutely sure that TV isn't on....although one time we just kind of found the mood while we were watching TV in the living room and just went to town on each other, all while Giada At Home was going in the background.
Fortnum & Mason Earl Grey when I can get it, Bigelow's Earl Grey when I can't, and I'll....deal with Celestial Seasonings Earl Grey if I must...
Crumpets are delicious, and luckily in the local grocery stores, and various cakes, and biscuits (cookies to my fellow Americans) and I'm a happy girl. We were in Victoria before Christmas and had Afternoon Tea at the Empress Hotel. It felt like we'd shot back to 1931, I felt horribly underdressed!
I'd have to split it up by category...
Best breakfast: Tie between Salty's at Alki's breakfast buffet or hubby's place before he was hubby. He made me waffles. He made me swoon.
Best lunch: A sandwich buffet at Ceasar's Palace in Lake Tahoe, pick your bread, and pick from about 12,692 ingredients. I still remember my lobster/smoked turkey/provolone/grilled veggies/roast beef/Dutch crunch bread with a French dip. Delicious!
Best dinner: Duck L'orange in Paris at the Bistro 1900. It was 23 years ago, but it was one impressive meal.
Runner up, my mother and I stopped at a place near Monterey, CA that was a combination bookstore/restaurant that was famous for it's popovers. Good food, incredible views AND books? I guess it went out of business because I've tried to find it ever since with no luck.
At a coffee place, sooo Seattle-ish, right? I called him a jackass. I was at a coffee place with a co-worker, and I was told that they were out of soy milk so I couldn't get my hot chocolate because "some guy just got the last of it." I told my co-worker, "I don't know who that jackass is, but he's on my bad list for the day!" We sat talking for a few minutes only to have this very nice man come up to me and say "Well, I may be a jackass, but I feel bad about taking the last of the soymilk." We've been together ever since.
Cheating in a fantasy, maybe, (no, definitely, not maybe) but in real life? Never happen. We've had ten blissful years of total honesty and open communication, so any issues that might lead to it get sorted out long before they become problems. Besides, any woman that even LOOKS at hubby with that thought is obviously dealing with a death wish.