Never marry a REALLY hot women.

heehee

LionTamer,
Looking back, was it worth it ? (I see why you are called LionTamer now.) But did you Tame her? Its sounds like not? :wink:

Different question: would you do it again, given the choice between that and, oh say a hum-drum life?

I would not do it again for all of the money in the world. I am convinced that the experience took years off of my life. Yes, the sex was good, and there were some other high points, but the low points were horrific.

I am happily married to a sane sweet woman now, and although some might see my life as boring, I wouldn't trade it for anything.

That being said, it was a very good learning experience for me . It made me look at my own behavior and how I had treated past loves. I hope I will not repeat any of my mistakes.

I am not the lion tamer that I thought I was , hence the X.

I'm sorry Extra, I'll try to communicate on a more (let's call it less complicated) simple fashion in the future. Brooke is much younger than I am, but apparently not much has changed. I will assume you (yourself) don't do it, but a lot of guys want to be in the female's house at all hours, leave their stuff around, have all the superficial benefits of a monagamous relationship but still want to regard it as not serious. My message was "don't leave your crap around my house, don't expect me to wash and iron your clothes, I'm not your mother!!!! You want it free and easy, great, so did I, just don't make the mistake of thinking that all women crave to take care of you. If you a such a big boy that women want to marry, you must be able to take care of yourself. I didn't ask my male friends to pay my bills, and I didn't offer to clean their houses. Brooke actually said what I was thinking. Bite me. And for sure it's not an invitation. Hopefully in the future you will meet someone who is independent and not in need of a "jerk" to take care of. My attitude is certainly colored by my previous marriage and the fact that I had a small boy to raise. I wasn't going to parade a bunch of sleep-over "uncles" that my son would have to put up with unless I thought he was worthy of my son's respect. My husband felt the same way and we never moved in together until we were married. Please forgive me, I think I'm talking dense again, but I bet Brooke understands.

Glitter, the point is that you write one long paragraph, with no breaks. It makes it hard to read. It's not the content which is difficult, it's the presentation.

LOL.

Understood, glitterbag.

BTW, I meant the "dense" as a compliment. I agree with you.

Jokes often don't come off that well on here, and I should be more careful about it. I was trying to pretend to be the stereotypical not-so-smart chauvinist, you know, going "when glitter started writing about not wanting to take care of me, I lost my focus reading and couldn't really understand..."
I meant it as a joke. Anyway, apologies and I better be straight for awhile I suppose. :wink:

LiontamerX,

Yeah, that sounds about right. I think I've made some of those kinds of errors. Hard lessons.

I guess this might be vaguely parallel with the woman who dates the bad boy. Dating him may be fun, but is marrying him fun?

Well actually this is one of the more useful, if shallow, threads on here.

I think I actually learned something about women.

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Famous last words...

Yes, everyone is getting so smart. LOL!

Hey, I wonder if the reverse applies?

You mean of course that over on Psychochicksdotcom there is a thread entitled "Never marrry a sane man."?

I think Pcychochicks.com tend to focus more on sane men. It's only exciting if you can torment someone who is normal. Normal people keep trying to figure outrageous situations and naturally assume they must be responsible for the situation. This works for a while, but normal folks seem to be able to separate fact from nightmare after a while.

My grandmother used to sum this up with these words"You might be able to stick the umbrella up my butt, but don't open it and try to tell me it's raining"

Wow glitterbag you seem to be quite an expert on psychochicks!

And your grandma sounds great. Hot almost. But I will not go there. I promise.

(its a joke, okay...?)

Much nicer presentation now, GB, and i thank you . . . it was much easier to read, which matters to me as i've been having vision problems.


Marvelous wit and satire, as well.

Smorgs . . .


. . . sorted.



(Ya big meanie, ya bully . . . )

Extra, Nutcases come in both male and female packages. What seems lively at first, changes when your mind becomes more mature and you are able to realize you are dealing with someone seriously disturbed.

I dated and actually married a nutcase, and I saw my son get charmed by young women that I could tell were trouble. But, that happens when you are young. And he was smarter than I was, he waited until he could tell the difference before getting married.

And for my Granny, she was so pleasant and so wise and oh boy, you didn't want get on her bad side. I've told this story before, but anyway.....when I was around 10 years old, my mother and I were at Grandma's helping to get food ready for some big family event. Well Mom was helping and I was in front of the TV. When my Grandfather and Aunt came home from work, they headed straight to the couch to read the paper.

In the meantime, you could almost see dust being kicked up by all the activity in the kitchen. My grandfather lowered his newspaper, turned toward the kitchen (where both dinner and party food prep was going on) and in his low voice he said "Jule" "While you're out there, would you fix me a sandwich?" Very long pause, caused me to turn around to see what my grandmother was doing. When I saw her she was wearing an apron and had one hand on her hip.......when she spoke she said "Sure Bud, and while I'm at it I'll stick a broom up my ass and clean the floor too"

My mother and I were on the floor howling and my grandfather just sat there blinking. I think she did make a sandwich for him, just needed to grumble before she did it.

GB,

That is hilarious. I must remember that line.

I'll have to use it in the correct company though--if a guy says that at the wrong time, he's toast.

EM:-

Don't bother.The putative toast might inform you that it's in Eurypides.

setanta...what's this?






Now don't be like that...your not that much of a bully!


I can handle you...

Yeah, right . . . promises, promises . . .