December 19, 2003

Big tits.

Big dick.

Commitment. Loyalty. A belief that there really is something beyond this temporal life.

My wife and I have argued plenty of times. Right up to the point of trading blows. We never crossed that line. I married her not knowing that she was practically a miser. She will squeeze a dollar 'til the eagle screams. I was too loose with money, but she reformed me, thank God.

We don't agree on some foods. I'm an amateur gourmet and I accommodate her tastes and mine. I like everything that she knows how to cook.

She taught me a lot about interacting with people for the better. I taught her about guns and politics. It was very seldom smooth or easy, but what made it possible was that both of us took those vows seriously. "For better or worse, richer or poorer, sickness or health, til death do us part."

My unbelieving friends and aquaintances typically don't understand it. I can only say that it's pretty damn nice to know that when you're no longer young and cool and attractive, there's somebody that you can be a total jerk in front of, and they still love you and would do anything to protect you.

And it's all because we both believe in a God who gives us strength and a conscience to think about how our partner feels instead of only ourselves.

No matter how many times I get absolutely furious about something my wife said or did, I have to step back and think about how many times she forgave me for something really stupid or selfish I did to her. And the making up is pretty cool. It takes a rare person to think beyond the immediate moment and consider all the consequences years down the road.

Semper Fidelis.

Can't really say, but I found the right one working behind the counter at the Ramstein Air Base Library in September of 1968. Married her in 1971 and we're still together. I think similar backgrounds certainly helps. We're both service brats with similar values. I don't know how the Matalin-Carville type couples do it. We've had rough spots, but we got over 'em. Hannity said just yesterday on his show that people who get married thinking it will be a lifetime of all bliss are the ones who end up splitting. Don't know if that's true. Anyway, I know I'm beating the odds, at least looking at the breakups among my age cohort.

1. If you prefer the company/opinion of THAT person over any other that you know. (children excluded)

2. If when you are in the company of that person, you just CAN'T get close enough to them, can't get enough, can't choose between talking and kissing, etc.

3. If stuff stops making sense.

Instinct/Chemistry..Compassion & Empathy

Big tits.

;)

Gordon...Bit Tits perky or Big Tits to the waist?? Bit Tits to the waist come with wisdom.... with big nips????? TOO

Sparks and chemistry to start with, but then it requires balance for longevity. The other is strong where you are weak, and vice versa.

A good long term match is more about whose flaws bug you least, rather than who you're attracted to most...

Beats the snot out of me, but after 23 years, we haven't killed each other yet. And don't plan to. All I can say is all of those things have happened in our relationship, including the ones left in the comments. It is always changing, yet staying the same. I don't understand it, it just is.

A-Man:

Another of yer damn straw-men ... or, in this case, straw-women. From personal experience, I say there is no right ONE. There are, for each of us, MANY. And they are don't necessarily have that much in common with one another. Why any if them "click" with us is a fairly mysterious thing, ain't it?

If you are lucky enough, you find a Best Friend with whom you fall in love!

MOMMABEAR:

Or a lover who becomes yer best friend. Works either way.

Acidman, you occasionally throw out overtures that you would like a lifetime companion, the "right one." Most of the time, you project your "cast-iron ass" attitude to include your heart, protecting yourself from further disappointment and pain.

You've several times instructed the males to take a chance and walk up, say hello to a female they are attracted to. You've said that you're not afraid to say hello, but you have to open up that cast-iron shell to be able to see what's before your eyes, under the surface.

You are going to have to open yourself to an opportunity to really get to know another person of the female persuasion. There are females who have similar bruises from life, but could be the "right one." There are females who would like to find the same for themselves, the "right one." They have the same fears of being hurt, again. If you are fortunate, one of them will also look beneath your surface.

It takes 1 right one + 1 right one = 2 in a lifetime of companionship filled with respect, trust, and even love for one another.

ANNA..... Well spoken

I think the right one is the one who "knows all about you and loves you anyway."

Tonto, I think you're right. I'm not sure I believe in just one person that is right for anybody. The best anybody can do is pick and choose among traits for those that you can live with.

OTOH, me and husband ended up married based solely on sex. (I thought it was based on sex AND rock climbing, hiking and other outdoor sports, but he was lyin' his ass off and is skeered of tall rocks and prefers driving. He was just tryin' to impress me.) He confessed his sins after we were married and he would no longer go on tall rocks. OR long hikes.

There are a few things that are important for me....any man of mine better have a really good sense of humor and like to read. Being an animal lover is good, too, because I always collect menageries, herds, flocks, and various wild critters that I'm rehabilitating. Husband found a buzzard in the barn once. "ARE you feedin' that sumbitch too?" "Uh, sort of." "How are you SORT OF feeding a damn buzzard?" "I'm givin' him some of the ribs you cooked." Course, he didn't know ANYTHING about my proclivities for collecting critters (Ellie Mae syndrome) when we got together.

Somehow or other, anybody in a suit isn't really all that impressive to me. Give me somebody in blue jeans that looks like he can build a house or kill anything that needs killin'. That's MY man. And vice versa, a woman that got knocked flat on her back in wet hog shit and thinks its funny ain't exactly the kind of person that is going to be appealing to the metrosexual kinda guy.

I don't think religious compatibility is all THAT important mainly because I'm a heathen and my husband isn't, but he asked me how I felt that he was going to be going to hell for me. (I told him that was soooooo sweet.) I was thinking "DAMN! And here I had intended to hook up with Tommy Lee Jones in the afterlife."

A few more thoughts: 1) we may say we are looking for the "right one", but many of us are looking for the "right looking one." This is akin to picking a car that looks good without knowing anything about the engine. We have no right to be amazed when our hot looking number breaks down on the road because we didn't bother to make sure it came with good plugs. 2) The right one is someone who has figured out his/her childhood issues and must have moved out of mama's house. 3) The right one understands that humans change as they grow. 4) The right one is the one you can smile, laugh, cry and yell at, maybe in the same day!

Look, I'm just going to state the obvious. MsAnna is as hot an bothered as can be by ol' Acidman.

Rob, you need to just ask her to send some photos. If she's as hot as she sounds you might find some real happiness. You've closed your obligations with the employer, why not give MsAnna a chance.

You know, she's read your blog long enough to know what kind of man you are. She knows what she's getting into..

Lexia, I thank you. I chuckled quite a bit when I read your first comment.

Swampwoman, I always enjoy your comments! I'd like to meet you. Any chance you'd come to the next Jawja Blogfest?

Renee, you've got that right. Acidman has sure hung enough out for the world to know a great deal about him.

Commander Will, I was just commenting. I thought with a soft kick-in-the-ass, not specifically my way. Just a do-something-even-if-it's-wrong way (my father's favorite saying).

I'm now very curious to see if Acidman will reply to your comment.

Lexia, forgive me. I liked your first comment, chuckled quite a bit with your second comment, and thank you for your third comment.

I'm going with the cliche -- I married my best friend.

Mommabear has it right.

You'll just KNOW, Rob.

For ME, it was someone that I actually thought I would love until the day I died -- and beyond. I never felt that way for anyone else. He made me comfortable just being with him. He had the most amazing ability to calm my jangled nerves. I cherished every Saturday night -- because I spent them with him. I called his apartment my "haven." On our first "date," we stayed up talking until 3:00 a.m. And then went to our separate homes. When we first met, he didn't throw a grenade into the bunker (if you know what I mean), he respected my space, he actually listened to me and valued my opinions. He was a good drinking buddy, confidant and -- after *I* was the one who couldn't stand it any more, the best lover I ever had.

Good thing he finally gave in and asked me to marry him, huh?

A lot of it comes down to finding someone whos shit you'll put up with who you're not embarrased to be seen in public with.

When I married Jennifer, we wrote our own vows. I called her "my partner, my lover and my best friend." I felt that way about her until the day the shit hit the fan. I really believed that she was the RIGHT ONE.

But she wasn't.

OK, maybe this is a coincidence, but I've never been to a ceremony where the couple wrote their own vows that didn't eventually end in restraining orders, fisticuffs, gunplay, or in one case, even (shudder) lawyers.

Maybe you should rethink that writing your own vows thing, A-man.

I'd go for a 92 year old filthy-rich spinster on her deathbed, with no heirs and an easily bribed lawyer.

*wink*

Jim
Sloop New Dawn
Galveston, TX

Jim, I thought all them ol' dyin' filthy rich spinsters were down in West Palm Beach! Unless you got a surfeit of them gals there in Galveston, you might have to change your huntin' grounds.

I got "engaged" once to an 80-something year old guy when I was 16. He was sayin' somethin' to me in church while holding my hand, and I couldn't understand what he was saying (English NOT the original language) but didn't want to be rude, so I just smiled and nodded in a "hello" kinda way. He sent out the announcement to the newspapers. I didn't know a THING about it until his children came to have a talk with me in my high school. They were the age of my grandparents. They were wondering what the HELL I was intending with their daddy. I didn't know what the HELL they were talking about. I didn't even know who they were. It was an interesting conversation, to say the least. It consisted mostly of "huh"? (It was good preparation for conversations for the rest of my life, as it turned out.)

I had to leave that church.

Wish I could have left the high school. Shit like that is REALLY hard to live down.

But you see, Rob. . .based on everything I've read (which I will admit is not the whole story) YOU did not dishonor your vows. I think it's beautiful you wrote them -- I was married to my husband -- BY MY FATHER-IN-LAW. Top that! Hah!

I've heard that those who love greatly and wholeheartedly can do so, again. Keep the faith, baby.

I married my best friend. Sadly, we let each other go. I will never again invest that level of emotional capital.

There are no guarantees. Period. Find someone that you like and that seems to like you. Find someone that laughs at your jokes and you laugh at hers. Find someone that when you wake up with a hangover and can't hardly move, feels compassion for you and helps you get over it. When she wakes up feeling bad, for whatever reason, help her get through it.
If your friendship lasts, be thankful for the good times. If it doesn't last, be thankful for the good times. Good times are discrete events, not promises. I tell my wife of almost 40 years that I like to think that if she were to decide to walk away from me that I would be noble and supportive and help her pack and wish her well upon her way. Of course, this would be after groveling, begging, pleading and trying shameless emotional blackmail in an attempt to dissuade her from going. Hell, I'd die for her, why not grovel a little? She smiles and says, "That's nice, dear. Now get your carburetor off the table so we can set it for dinner."

Anna, I'm glad you found humor in my candor of growing old gracefully. When Rob posted the Deck the Whatever. I was sure they had to be young tits. Mine looked like that once LOL
I sent the photo to a mail friend and he loved it.
I think those of us who are still looking for the right one need to stop looking. As soon as we do it will just jump out and bite us in the ass. I can't wait to feel that feeling again. It's better than sex.

Accidental meetings can be a good thing. I enjoy the "rush" of meeting someone new that I find myself attracted to.

I've learned to find their feet of clay, real fast to carefully evaluate the pro's and con's of continuing to get to know the new aquaintance.

But that rush of excitement until the infatuation wears off is so lifting to the spirits.

I don't know the answer, but I do know that pheremones blind us before we can make a rational decision.

Gullibility combined with big tits.

Tits. Big ones.

Oh, and a liking for [deleted by The Mrs.]

A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving.