If you have a good heart, that will also work.
I was born and bred by the shores of the Baltic Sea. European blood flows through my veins. Yes, I know how to treat a woman the way she wants to be treated, I put the crapper seat down. I have a big one, a really, really big one......my heart.
*****Please keep in mind, what I wrote below has no affect on me now*****
What I've learned.....past history from my early twenties...now it's just a distant memory. What you will read is the result of stubbornness preventing two words to be said....I'm sorry.
To love and be loved, wanted, needed is one of the most precious things between two people. The bond is strong, but at the same time fragile. All it takes is an ego to shatter the dreams and hopes of a man and a woman.
I didn't say, "Don't do it babe" when she packed up to go. I didn't say "Come back here honey and try with me once more." And when she asked me if I loved her, I just turned away. She's gone and now I'm hearing all the things I didn't say.
I didn't say "I'm sorry babe, 'cause half the fault was mine." I didn't say "We'll work it out, 'cause all we need is love and faith and time." I said "If that's the way you want it, I won't stand in your way." She's gone and now I'm hearing all the things I didn't say.
I didn't take her in my arms and kiss away her tears. I didn't say "My life don't mean a thing if you ain't here." I thought of all the many games I'd be free to play. But all I do is listen to the things I didn't say.
I didn't say "Take off your coat, I'll make some coffee and we will talk." I didn't say "The highway is such a long and lonely, endless walk." I said "Goodbye, good luck and God bless you", then she walked away. And left me here to live with all the things I didn't say. And now I guess she'll never hear the things I didn't say.

I've got a long list of real good reasons for all the things I've done.
I've got a picture in the back of my mind of what I’ve lost and what I've won.
And regret is just a memory and there's nothing I can do about it now.
I've got a wild and a restless spirit, I've seen the fire of a woman’s scorned turn her heart of gold to stone. Running through the changes, going through the stages, coming round the corners in my life, leaving doubt to fate, staying out too late, waiting for the moon to say good night. And I could cry for the time I've wasted but that's a waste of time and tears, and I know just what I'd change if I could go back in time, but there’s nothing I can do about it now. I'm forgiving everything that forgiveness will allow and there's nothing I can do about it now.
I am an ISTP, according to the personality profile....and that is a fairly accurate assessment.
Oh, don't let the age number be a distraction...I am healthy as an ox and all systems perform as intended.
Now, for a lighter side of life......

A farmer had five female pigs. Times were hard, so he decided to take them to the county fair and sell them.
At the fair, he met another farmer who owned five male pigs. After talking a bit, they decided to mate the pigs and split everything 50/50. The farmers lived sixty miles apart. So they agreed to drive thirty miles each, and find a field in which to let the pigs mate.
The first morning, the farmer with the female pigs got up at 5 a.m., loaded the pigs into the family station wagon, which was the only vehicle he had, and drove the thirty miles. While the pigs were mating, he asked the other farmer, "How will I know if they are pregnant?"
The other farmer replied, "If they're in the grass in the morning, they're pregnant... if they're in the mud, they're not."
The next morning the pigs were rolling in the mud. So he hosed them off, loaded them into the family station wagon again, and proceeded to try again.
This continued each morning for more than a week. One morning the farmer was so tired, he couldn't get out of bed. He called to his wife, "Honey, please look outside and tell me whether the pigs are in the mud or in the grass."
"Neither," yelled his wife, "They're in the station wagon and one of them is honking the horn."

A farmer stopped by the local mechanic shop to have his truck fixed.
They couldn't do it while he waited, so he said he didn't live far and would just walk home. On the way home he stopped at the hardware store and bought a bucket and a gallon of paint. He then stopped by the feed store and picked up a couple of chickens and a goose. However, struggling outside the store he now had a problem - how to carry his entire purchases home.
While he was scratching his head he was approached by a little old lady who told him she was lost. She asked, “Can you tell me how to get to 1603 Mockingbird Lane ?”
The farmer said, “Well, as a matter of fact, my farm is very close to that house I would walk you there, but I can't carry this lot.”
The old lady suggested, “Why don't you put the can of paint in the bucket. Carry the bucket in one hand, put a chicken under each arm and carry the goose in your other hand?”
“Why thank you very much,” he said and proceeded to walk the old girl home.
On the way, he says, “Let's take my short cut and go down this alley. We'll be there in no time.”
The little old lady looked him over cautiously then said, “I am a lonely widow without a husband to defend me. How do I know that when we get in the alley you won't hold me up against the wall, pull up my skirt, and have your way with me?”
The farmer said, “Holy smokes lady! I'm carrying a bucket, a gallon of paint, two chickens, and a goose. How in the world could I possibly hold you up against the wall and do that?”
The old lady replied, “Set the goose down, cover him with the bucket, put the paint on top of the bucket, and I'll hold the chickens.”

A man died and went to heaven. As he stood in front of St. Peter at the Pearly Gates, he saw a huge wall of over a billion clocks behind him. He asked, "What are all those clocks?"
St. Peter answered, "Those are Lie-Clocks. Everyone on Earth has a Lie-Clock. Every time you lie the hands on your clock will move."
"Oh," said the man, "whose clock is that?"
"That's Mother Teresa's. The hands never moved, indicating that she never told a lie."
"Incredible," said the man, "and whose clock i s that one?"
St. Peter responded, "That's Abraham Lincoln's clock. The hands have moved twice, telling us that Abe told only two lies in his entire Life."
"Where's Hillary Clinton's clock?" asked the man.
"Hillary's clock is in Jesus' office. He's using it as a ceiling fan."
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First date....um...depends with whom I'm with. Doing something that's fun or a dinner out on the town, or a quiet candle lit dinner, prepared by me, at home. What may be appealing to one, may not be to another.

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