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1) i rode up to her and did a massive skid
2) girls love skids
3) you do not talk about fight club
LOL at Phil!
Great thread. Really.
Fills the heart with hope - the hope that one day in the not too distant future I can make a positive contribution of my own (in terms of a post here!)
MrsGrips is one of my own kind. There are very few of my kind around, I think there's only two.
Sexy, funny, nice bum.
We were both in shared accomodation and i had fancied her from afar and apparently she had me. I had come out of a previous marriage and she had a boyfriend. Two nights before i was due to leave for a job 200 miles away she invited everyone around for a meal. I almost didn't go as had planned a ride, but due to all my cycling shorts being wet decided i would make the effort. Her best friend got everybody to "leave" and we ended up having a drunken snog. 12 years later still happily married with two gorgeous girls.
Some things are just meant to be.
Bullheart, that's the second time in two posts on this thread that you've written something incredibly moving!
great pic
lovely photo too
why, thank you!
I still can't believe I said "I'll be your bra" and she can't believe she accepted. Its the most successful chat up line I've ever used!
Absolute CLASS! Nice one for taking the risk!
The Southern Yeti - MemberEdit - That post might just be the nail in my emotionally stunted coffin... Time to find someone other than myself to love...
Nah, don't do it! Women are never as good as the combination of Xbox, pizza, pr0n and hand lotion that you have to give up to be with them... 🙂
Pass the sick bucket...
Its full up, and starting to slop over the sides - but here you go....
She likes me ... but not anymore. 🙄
Big, round, baps 😉
This is very possibly my most favourite thread ever.
Notable from the almost total lack of cynicism.
TSY:- she always maintained that i wasnt her type. took her a very very long time and quite a few failed relationships to work out that i was her type after all and the others werent. i did point this out to her before, but she is so stubborn.
fate, you either believe in it or you dont. experience has made me a believer.
This was a very nice post that reminded my how lucky i am.
She is the most generous and creative person i have met.
She makes me smile just be being around.
She feels no need to change me and will let me do my own thing.
She waited 4 years befor i got the curage to ask her out and then 6 years before i had the courage to ask her to marry me.
I know i am cheeting by giving 4 reasons.
Been with Miss Lunge 8 years after a drunk snog in a night club, she approached me as she "wanted the tall one". Within 6 month of meeting I had disappaeared round the world for a year and she had started her first year at uni. We stayed together and have been ever since. She is wonderful, silly and a little bit mental, I like her a lot.
She make me feel great about myself and let me just be me
She has an amazing smile
She gets on with my very strange group of friends
She is also absolute filth but I suspect I shouldn't mention that here...
He is my rock.
He makes everything bigger/better/more fun.
He made us a family.
Oh and he is really good looking and fit and rides a bike and intelligent and smart and cooks and doesn't care if I am not perfect. 🙂
she's geourgeous
she's funny
she's got nice hair (hair envy, i look like jean luc picard)
conscious, breathing, single
radler you old romantic.
She's gorgeous
she's my rock,alway's there so strong
22 years on I still love her to bit's
For a very long time, I was in a long term relationship with someone who on paper, seemed perfect, in reality, was a nightmare. Mentally exhausting, abusive and controlling. But irritatingly beautiful. With quite simply the strangest family dynamic with her well-to-do parents that I have [i]ever[/i] encountered. I needed out. But was terrified of the consequences sharing many mutual friends, living in a foreign country, one becomes loathed to lose them, them being under her thumb as much as me. She liked high fashion, spending (everyone elses) money, and being the single most important thing in the room, with 100% unadulterated attention focussed on her.
We couldn't have been more opposite.
In May, I went to the other side of the country as part of my research, to the mountains and Boreal of Northern Alberta. There, being the solitary Englishman amongst a collection of Canadian researchers, I was approached, by a cute, unfathomably modest, girl who made her intention to bed me on a particularly drunk evening, all too clear. 🙄
Que a Summer of biting insects, bear encounters, northern lights, the blackest yet brightest skies I have ever seen in my entire life, and all of it, shared, with this girl. I have never laughed so much, in my entire life, it hurt my insides we laughed so much. Both of us knew it was just a Summer fling, the distances too ridiculous to consider doing anything about it, the pair of us too realistic to consider it ever becoming something.
I returned to Ontario to finish my further degree, her to Vancouver to finish hers. Both of us returning to being typical university students, seeing others, but still, thoughts and feelings lingered. We talked and talked and talked some more, and actually got to know each other, somewhat having done everything else in reverse.
...In 5 weeks, I'm driving the width of the Canada to see her, to go winter surfing at Tofino at her invitation.
Coming with me, in my jacket pocket, is a ring, in a box. 😯
In my other pocket, [i]alot[/i] of nerves. 🙄
Sometimes. You just know.
Fortune favours the bold fella...
Well in.
Chapeau Mr Gibbons! Wishing you the best of British... 😀
She was an SpR in medicine when I was doing my first gas SHO job.
1) She exuded (and still does) a takes-no-shit attitude that I find really attractive
2) Despite this I got away with some right comedy stuff (unfeasibly hungover at her first birthday we were together; knocking myself out at work (long story) and having to be collected as I'd been forbidden from driving home and spent the night on a surgical ward)
3) She nicked my lunchtime Eccles cake repeatedly, which made me think she was interested
Andy
Good luck mrgibbons!!! Hope she says yes!
Yeti? Are you back my love?
*waves at Awesome emsz*
Aye, I'm back no more ****** swearing from me 😆
Cool, ****ing behave this time, ok?
*hugs*
😆 I'll do my best... don't want to do anymore cold turkey!
mrgibbons - What a lovely heart warming tale of true love,let us know how it all goes?
TSY - Welcome back (naughty) white large furry scarey snow monster of the mountains.
Wow sammie's back 🙂
Welcome back His Awesomeness. 😀
I've missed you and am obviously not the only one!
More love stories please! I need something to believe in.
*waves at C_G* It's been lonely this Xmas.
JoJo... hug? How about we watch Love Actually together?
Make it Earthed 4 and yer on. 😉 Chick flicks ain't my style.
Make it Earthed 4
Clearly this is where we've been going wrong! I've been trying to watch as many chick flicks as possible this festive period (well I've watched Love Actually) and I know all about love now...
*wonders off to sign up to another dating site*
Chick flicks are the ruin of women. We believe that's how it's supposed to be and spend the rest of our lives coming to terms with the fact that it's not. 🙁
You know where you are with a bike...
Interesting topic. Makes me think about why Mrs Q is for me, or even if she is for me.
She tolerates my madness, probably shouldn't but she does.
She is possibly the nicest person I know from a shitty background with a utterly useless family and yet she is mint.
She has done so many different jobs that I am proud to tell people about them and then every so often she will see something and say "I used to do that" and tell me another story of another mad job she did.
Ah, the love of my life....
3 reasons..OK
They were there at my birth.
Through life so far
And till i die
Until someone can be more faithful than that, i'll stick with them.
for the benefit of bunnyhop and a few others...
the week before last I ventured out from a rather grim looking Hamilton (n.b. i have never felt more nervous, about anything, in my entire life, ever)
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travelled...to the other side of the country...
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...got given a stern talking to by some friends who live in Vancouver...and alot of Dutch courage...
got on a ferry...
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..got to the island...and the rest is very recent history I guess...
and if you really wondered...the somewhat salty ring was produced from my wetsuit key stash...after a day having alot of fun..in some rather huge waves..
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..you bet her answer was yes 😉
to top all of this, I have job offers for when my masters is finished in a few months, and better still, they're not (all) in Fort McMurray!
never thought i'd say this, but it certainly has felt like i've been walking on crushed angels lately.
life... for once...and certainly for a good while longer.. is utterly grand 😀
the next mini adventure is over small swathes of South America, once I've finished some work for my supervisor in the North West Territories. mrs has work if she wants it in Argentina for four months, and i need a break before i start my real job, so a small service when we get back from that so it's on paper, she wants to do the sensible things before any extravagent gestures like white weddings and such. and then living and working in Victoria from there on out, with lots of travel in the Yukon, BC and northern Alberta as part of the new job.
3 years ago I had finished a degree in the UK with *no* idea where I'd be in a few years time, with hindsight, I'm glad I didn't know, as I couldn't have written the future better if I'd tried. 🙄
[i]the ring...was a haribo ring...(seriously!) the real one on its way to her now (disguised in a box...full of haribo rings) it was made by my best friend who i've known since childhood who's a jeweller in downtown Toronto, from a number of awesome cool rocks - metal bearing rocks of copper/silver/gold/platinum that my friend fashioned into seamlessly joined segmented ring (mrs-to-be-wed is a geologist) ...my friend said it was the hardest piece of jewellery she has ever had to make - she had to buy cobalt tips after the rocks blunted her tools.. and my do i now owe her.. big time, (mrs resents diamonds on principle - of them being a boring rock!)[/i]
mrgibbons... you almost certainly didn't write that for my benefit... but I appreciate it all the same. You've lifted my spirits this morning.
Thank you.