On the subject of life and women
Discussion
Hmmm... a mixed response.
Just to reassure you all, we are not closets - doesn't anybody meet their mates down the pub and have the same conversation over a beer in a male environment ?
Its a purely open statement on where we find ourselves, yes, with the wisdom of a good few years behind us. Is Top Gear gay just cos Clarkson, May and Hammond sit on the couch and discuss blokey stuff ? Do me a favour please, we are just real life PH'ers who see life on the Lounge Forum as it really is.
One guy is happily divorced as his Mrs ran off, made a bad choice and she is hovering in the wings but apart from a holiday together, that won't happen.
The other is divorced but whose current g/f lives quite a distance away yet he sees her at weekends when he goes 'Missing in Action'
And me. Single through regrettable circumstances but was happily married for 36 years and now have a son and grand-daughter to show for it.
I've not found anybody to replace her but I've had my moments and date a few ladies who show all the signs of earlier battle damage, and I'm perhaps coming to terms with the fact that the next one won't get the benefit of another 36 years. I therefore allow myself to be choosy, don't do fat, ugly, no Match.com weirdos, and date ladies who hopefully won't f-up my life.
I'm therefore determined to have some fun as nothing stands in the way.
I stand by the OP.
Stay Cool..
Just to reassure you all, we are not closets - doesn't anybody meet their mates down the pub and have the same conversation over a beer in a male environment ?
Its a purely open statement on where we find ourselves, yes, with the wisdom of a good few years behind us. Is Top Gear gay just cos Clarkson, May and Hammond sit on the couch and discuss blokey stuff ? Do me a favour please, we are just real life PH'ers who see life on the Lounge Forum as it really is.
One guy is happily divorced as his Mrs ran off, made a bad choice and she is hovering in the wings but apart from a holiday together, that won't happen.
The other is divorced but whose current g/f lives quite a distance away yet he sees her at weekends when he goes 'Missing in Action'
And me. Single through regrettable circumstances but was happily married for 36 years and now have a son and grand-daughter to show for it.
I've not found anybody to replace her but I've had my moments and date a few ladies who show all the signs of earlier battle damage, and I'm perhaps coming to terms with the fact that the next one won't get the benefit of another 36 years. I therefore allow myself to be choosy, don't do fat, ugly, no Match.com weirdos, and date ladies who hopefully won't f-up my life.
I'm therefore determined to have some fun as nothing stands in the way.
I stand by the OP.
Stay Cool..
BryanC said:
Hmmm... a mixed response.
Just to reassure you all, we are not closets - doesn't anybody meet their mates down the pub and have the same conversation over a beer in a male environment ?
Its a purely open statement on where we find ourselves, yes, with the wisdom of a good few years behind us. Is Top Gear gay just cos Clarkson, May and Hammond sit on the couch and discuss blokey stuff ? Do me a favour please, we are just real life PH'ers who see life on the Lounge Forum as it really is.
One guy is happily divorced as his Mrs ran off, made a bad choice and she is hovering in the wings but apart from a holiday together, that won't happen.
The other is divorced but whose current g/f lives quite a distance away yet he sees her at weekends when he goes 'Missing in Action'
And me. Single through regrettable circumstances but was happily married for 36 years and now have a son and grand-daughter to show for it.
I've not found anybody to replace her but I've had my moments and date a few ladies who show all the signs of earlier battle damage, and I'm perhaps coming to terms with the fact that the next one won't get the benefit of another 36 years. I therefore allow myself to be choosy, don't do fat, ugly, no Match.com weirdos, and date ladies who hopefully won't f-up my life.
I'm therefore determined to have some fun as nothing stands in the way.
I stand by the OP.
Stay Cool..
Interesting post. I lost my wife to. Restarting life has been incredibly difficult at times and I do get where you're at now in life. It's a bloody hard road back to somewhere beyond grief and for a long time all you do is crawl it on hand and knees. One thing you write that sits uncomfortabl ly with me is the word replace.tho find the idea of replacinng your wife makes me physically shuder. Just to reassure you all, we are not closets - doesn't anybody meet their mates down the pub and have the same conversation over a beer in a male environment ?
Its a purely open statement on where we find ourselves, yes, with the wisdom of a good few years behind us. Is Top Gear gay just cos Clarkson, May and Hammond sit on the couch and discuss blokey stuff ? Do me a favour please, we are just real life PH'ers who see life on the Lounge Forum as it really is.
One guy is happily divorced as his Mrs ran off, made a bad choice and she is hovering in the wings but apart from a holiday together, that won't happen.
The other is divorced but whose current g/f lives quite a distance away yet he sees her at weekends when he goes 'Missing in Action'
And me. Single through regrettable circumstances but was happily married for 36 years and now have a son and grand-daughter to show for it.
I've not found anybody to replace her but I've had my moments and date a few ladies who show all the signs of earlier battle damage, and I'm perhaps coming to terms with the fact that the next one won't get the benefit of another 36 years. I therefore allow myself to be choosy, don't do fat, ugly, no Match.com weirdos, and date ladies who hopefully won't f-up my life.
I'm therefore determined to have some fun as nothing stands in the way.
I stand by the OP.
Stay Cool..
I take that on the chin about replacing her and it was an unfortunate choice of word but I think we all need some form of lady company, its just the choice is pretty small when you define your boundaries. Nobody will ever replace her and it has taken 5 long years for me to go out with a lady without a lump in my throat. A very close g/f suggested I talk to somebody and I had 4 sessions and the conclusion was ' I've done nothing wrong, would she want me to sit at home moping, and that I need to reach the end of the firewalk before I realise I can move on. The firewalk was a metaphor for somthing you don't think you dare do, but when you do it against your better judgement, you suddenly realise what you can do beyond your wildest dreams. I think that point has arrived within the last few months.
To answer another post - no, head is surprisingly clear and off to do my walk in 20 mins if it stops raining !
To answer another post - no, head is surprisingly clear and off to do my walk in 20 mins if it stops raining !
BryanC said:
Guys -I dont want this to sound smug
Trust me, you don't have to worry about sounding smug. You should worry more about your bi-curiosity, your admiration for supermarket ready prepared starters, your commendable budget consciousness and this:
'A bit of cool background music to set the scene'
In all honesty I would change your log in name and try to start all over again.
BryanC said:
Hmmm... a mixed response.
Just to reassure you all, we are not closets - doesn't anybody meet their mates down the pub and have the same conversation over a beer in a male environment ?
Its a purely open statement on where we find ourselves, yes, with the wisdom of a good few years behind us. Is Top Gear gay just cos Clarkson, May and Hammond sit on the couch and discuss blokey stuff ? Do me a favour please, we are just real life PH'ers who see life on the Lounge Forum as it really is.
One guy is happily divorced as his Mrs ran off, made a bad choice and she is hovering in the wings but apart from a holiday together, that won't happen.
The other is divorced but whose current g/f lives quite a distance away yet he sees her at weekends when he goes 'Missing in Action'
And me. Single through regrettable circumstances but was happily married for 36 years and now have a son and grand-daughter to show for it.
I've not found anybody to replace her but I've had my moments and date a few ladies who show all the signs of earlier battle damage, and I'm perhaps coming to terms with the fact that the next one won't get the benefit of another 36 years. I therefore allow myself to be choosy, don't do fat, ugly, no Match.com weirdos, and date ladies who hopefully won't f-up my life.
I'm therefore determined to have some fun as nothing stands in the way.
I stand by the OP.
Stay Cool..
Fair play to you, I wish you the best.Just to reassure you all, we are not closets - doesn't anybody meet their mates down the pub and have the same conversation over a beer in a male environment ?
Its a purely open statement on where we find ourselves, yes, with the wisdom of a good few years behind us. Is Top Gear gay just cos Clarkson, May and Hammond sit on the couch and discuss blokey stuff ? Do me a favour please, we are just real life PH'ers who see life on the Lounge Forum as it really is.
One guy is happily divorced as his Mrs ran off, made a bad choice and she is hovering in the wings but apart from a holiday together, that won't happen.
The other is divorced but whose current g/f lives quite a distance away yet he sees her at weekends when he goes 'Missing in Action'
And me. Single through regrettable circumstances but was happily married for 36 years and now have a son and grand-daughter to show for it.
I've not found anybody to replace her but I've had my moments and date a few ladies who show all the signs of earlier battle damage, and I'm perhaps coming to terms with the fact that the next one won't get the benefit of another 36 years. I therefore allow myself to be choosy, don't do fat, ugly, no Match.com weirdos, and date ladies who hopefully won't f-up my life.
I'm therefore determined to have some fun as nothing stands in the way.
I stand by the OP.
Stay Cool..
BryanC said:
Hmmm... a mixed response.
Just to reassure you all, we are not closets - doesn't anybody meet their mates down the pub and have the same conversation over a beer in a male environment ?
Its a purely open statement on where we find ourselves, yes, with the wisdom of a good few years behind us. Is Top Gear gay just cos Clarkson, May and Hammond sit on the couch and discuss blokey stuff ? Do me a favour please, we are just real life PH'ers who see life on the Lounge Forum as it really is.
One guy is happily divorced as his Mrs ran off, made a bad choice and she is hovering in the wings but apart from a holiday together, that won't happen.
The other is divorced but whose current g/f lives quite a distance away yet he sees her at weekends when he goes 'Missing in Action'
And me. Single through regrettable circumstances but was happily married for 36 years and now have a son and grand-daughter to show for it.
I've not found anybody to replace her but I've had my moments and date a few ladies who show all the signs of earlier battle damage, and I'm perhaps coming to terms with the fact that the next one won't get the benefit of another 36 years. I therefore allow myself to be choosy, don't do fat, ugly, no Match.com weirdos, and date ladies who hopefully won't f-up my life.
I'm therefore determined to have some fun as nothing stands in the way.
I stand by the OP.
Stay Cool..
PsttttttttJust to reassure you all, we are not closets - doesn't anybody meet their mates down the pub and have the same conversation over a beer in a male environment ?
Its a purely open statement on where we find ourselves, yes, with the wisdom of a good few years behind us. Is Top Gear gay just cos Clarkson, May and Hammond sit on the couch and discuss blokey stuff ? Do me a favour please, we are just real life PH'ers who see life on the Lounge Forum as it really is.
One guy is happily divorced as his Mrs ran off, made a bad choice and she is hovering in the wings but apart from a holiday together, that won't happen.
The other is divorced but whose current g/f lives quite a distance away yet he sees her at weekends when he goes 'Missing in Action'
And me. Single through regrettable circumstances but was happily married for 36 years and now have a son and grand-daughter to show for it.
I've not found anybody to replace her but I've had my moments and date a few ladies who show all the signs of earlier battle damage, and I'm perhaps coming to terms with the fact that the next one won't get the benefit of another 36 years. I therefore allow myself to be choosy, don't do fat, ugly, no Match.com weirdos, and date ladies who hopefully won't f-up my life.
I'm therefore determined to have some fun as nothing stands in the way.
I stand by the OP.
Stay Cool..
I was taking the proverbial.
BryanC said:
On the subject of life and women
... but me and two great guys got together .... The two other guys are divorced many years ago, .... So all singles and free from being told what to do and have the fredom to make choices....start to blow it ... and enjoy ourselves.
we got together .. plenty of wine, a few beers and ended off with a rather nice port. Each brought a bottle so £30 for the food split 3 ways for the meal - not crazy but just right, .... miss a bit of occasional nookie ...
Came across as a bit ghey to me ... but me and two great guys got together .... The two other guys are divorced many years ago, .... So all singles and free from being told what to do and have the fredom to make choices....start to blow it ... and enjoy ourselves.
we got together .. plenty of wine, a few beers and ended off with a rather nice port. Each brought a bottle so £30 for the food split 3 ways for the meal - not crazy but just right, .... miss a bit of occasional nookie ...
Do I bite ? It seems that being homophobic is a consistant response to a fairly genuine post, and I might yet have second thoughts that I should have let this thread run out of steam and die.
I'm assuming that most of you guys will not have experienced life like I have, unexpectedly finding themselves single following your worst nightmare and hopefully it will never happen to them. My wife died having been given 24 hours to live, and that followed me giving her a kiss goodbye before going to work and then me coming home to find her in a partial coma. Thats when you find life can kick you up the arris when you least expect it.
I'll tell you what its like.
First you find out who your real friends are. Its 50/50 between those making space and those that gather round to help.
You learn all sorts of stuff that you took for granted. The price of bread, grocery shopping, using a cooker, keeping a sense of values instead of letting yourself go and living in a squalid mess. I had to learn how to use an iron after burning a big hole in my best 501's. Washing machine settings - its a black art mate, left on No.7 for everything, and white shirts come out any colour but.
Your mind is not your own - even briefly thought of suicide on two occasions, but sense tells you that your son / family will have to pick even more pieces up so put the weedkiller away and rolled that loop of rope back over the door. I'm ashamed I even contemplated it cos that can never be the answer. You can easily find yourself drinking far to much and alone if that is your choice.
Approaching retirement, you think that life is heading towards a TV, pipe and slippers, you are over the hill and if you really want to, just waiting for the grim reaper. In actual fact, my mate and me have a running joke if the door is not answered quickly that we were just checking the windows for black flies and a funny smell coming out of the letterbox. :-)
Thats when the first lady came in and she picked me up at a party. It put a smile on my face for a while as it gives you something / somebody to care about other than yourself for a while. She had to move away chasing work and in hindsight was a train smash waiting to happen cos her divorce left her skint.
You meet a few other single ladies - one who said she was dumped by her ex when she was lying in bed with breast cancer op looming. That was a difficult date which lasted a rather short evening. Then there was the Lady who invited me to 'stop-over' each weekend but later realised that when her millionaire ex came back on the scene after 14 years, she had some ground to make up and dumped me cos she couldn't live a lie.
No, this thread was not just about getting a sh@g, but realising that 3 fellas who are good drinking buddies can speak out after their own traumas given time, wisdom and experience, they can get slightly smashed, put together a reasonable meal as a basis to look at life obliquely, recognising that they are all red-blooded blokey blokes, can laugh out loud and speak freely and plan any adventure without anybody stopping them.
In the village you can sense that there is a slight envy that there are us free spirited guys, seemingly accountable to nobody, we get invites to all the parties, and the envy of all the guys with overweight mortgages, screaming kids, bills, maxxed out credit cards, unhappy wives, controlling partners - no, we don't have any of that to worry about.( Kids / mortgages etc are just things in the past on the pathway and are quite necessary of course ). A few ladies ( and wives who should know better ) even lead you on to see where it goes but you have to be on guard for the fruitcakes.
As I began this thread I said I don't intend to appear smug, but just want to celebrate the freedom that tomorrow brings is a new adventure. That's why I say that I've come to realise that life is good again.
Stay Cool..
I'm assuming that most of you guys will not have experienced life like I have, unexpectedly finding themselves single following your worst nightmare and hopefully it will never happen to them. My wife died having been given 24 hours to live, and that followed me giving her a kiss goodbye before going to work and then me coming home to find her in a partial coma. Thats when you find life can kick you up the arris when you least expect it.
I'll tell you what its like.
First you find out who your real friends are. Its 50/50 between those making space and those that gather round to help.
You learn all sorts of stuff that you took for granted. The price of bread, grocery shopping, using a cooker, keeping a sense of values instead of letting yourself go and living in a squalid mess. I had to learn how to use an iron after burning a big hole in my best 501's. Washing machine settings - its a black art mate, left on No.7 for everything, and white shirts come out any colour but.
Your mind is not your own - even briefly thought of suicide on two occasions, but sense tells you that your son / family will have to pick even more pieces up so put the weedkiller away and rolled that loop of rope back over the door. I'm ashamed I even contemplated it cos that can never be the answer. You can easily find yourself drinking far to much and alone if that is your choice.
Approaching retirement, you think that life is heading towards a TV, pipe and slippers, you are over the hill and if you really want to, just waiting for the grim reaper. In actual fact, my mate and me have a running joke if the door is not answered quickly that we were just checking the windows for black flies and a funny smell coming out of the letterbox. :-)
Thats when the first lady came in and she picked me up at a party. It put a smile on my face for a while as it gives you something / somebody to care about other than yourself for a while. She had to move away chasing work and in hindsight was a train smash waiting to happen cos her divorce left her skint.
You meet a few other single ladies - one who said she was dumped by her ex when she was lying in bed with breast cancer op looming. That was a difficult date which lasted a rather short evening. Then there was the Lady who invited me to 'stop-over' each weekend but later realised that when her millionaire ex came back on the scene after 14 years, she had some ground to make up and dumped me cos she couldn't live a lie.
No, this thread was not just about getting a sh@g, but realising that 3 fellas who are good drinking buddies can speak out after their own traumas given time, wisdom and experience, they can get slightly smashed, put together a reasonable meal as a basis to look at life obliquely, recognising that they are all red-blooded blokey blokes, can laugh out loud and speak freely and plan any adventure without anybody stopping them.
In the village you can sense that there is a slight envy that there are us free spirited guys, seemingly accountable to nobody, we get invites to all the parties, and the envy of all the guys with overweight mortgages, screaming kids, bills, maxxed out credit cards, unhappy wives, controlling partners - no, we don't have any of that to worry about.( Kids / mortgages etc are just things in the past on the pathway and are quite necessary of course ). A few ladies ( and wives who should know better ) even lead you on to see where it goes but you have to be on guard for the fruitcakes.
As I began this thread I said I don't intend to appear smug, but just want to celebrate the freedom that tomorrow brings is a new adventure. That's why I say that I've come to realise that life is good again.
Stay Cool..
BryanC said:
Do I bite ? It seems that being homophobic is a consistant response to a fairly genuine post, and I might yet have second thoughts that I should have let this thread run out of steam and die.
I'm assuming that most of you guys will not have experienced life like I have, unexpectedly finding themselves single following your worst nightmare and hopefully it will never happen to them. My wife died having been given 24 hours to live, and that followed me giving her a kiss goodbye before going to work and then me coming home to find her in a partial coma. Thats when you find life can kick you up the arris when you least expect it.
I'll tell you what its like.
First you find out who your real friends are. Its 50/50 between those making space and those that gather round to help.
You learn all sorts of stuff that you took for granted. The price of bread, grocery shopping, using a cooker, keeping a sense of values instead of letting yourself go and living in a squalid mess. I had to learn how to use an iron after burning a big hole in my best 501's. Washing machine settings - its a black art mate, left on No.7 for everything, and white shirts come out any colour but.
Your mind is not your own - even briefly thought of suicide on two occasions, but sense tells you that your son / family will have to pick even more pieces up so put the weedkiller away and rolled that loop of rope back over the door. I'm ashamed I even contemplated it cos that can never be the answer. You can easily find yourself drinking far to much and alone if that is your choice.
Approaching retirement, you think that life is heading towards a TV, pipe and slippers, you are over the hill and if you really want to, just waiting for the grim reaper. In actual fact, my mate and me have a running joke if the door is not answered quickly that we were just checking the windows for black flies and a funny smell coming out of the letterbox. :-)
Thats when the first lady came in and she picked me up at a party. It put a smile on my face for a while as it gives you something / somebody to care about other than yourself for a while. She had to move away chasing work and in hindsight was a train smash waiting to happen cos her divorce left her skint.
You meet a few other single ladies - one who said she was dumped by her ex when she was lying in bed with breast cancer op looming. That was a difficult date which lasted a rather short evening. Then there was the Lady who invited me to 'stop-over' each weekend but later realised that when her millionaire ex came back on the scene after 14 years, she had some ground to make up and dumped me cos she couldn't live a lie.
No, this thread was not just about getting a sh@g, but realising that 3 fellas who are good drinking buddies can speak out after their own traumas given time, wisdom and experience, they can get slightly smashed, put together a reasonable meal as a basis to look at life obliquely, recognising that they are all red-blooded blokey blokes, can laugh out loud and speak freely and plan any adventure without anybody stopping them.
In the village you can sense that there is a slight envy that there are us free spirited guys, seemingly accountable to nobody, we get invites to all the parties, and the envy of all the guys with overweight mortgages, screaming kids, bills, maxxed out credit cards, unhappy wives, controlling partners - no, we don't have any of that to worry about.( Kids / mortgages etc are just things in the past on the pathway and are quite necessary of course ). A few ladies ( and wives who should know better ) even lead you on to see where it goes but you have to be on guard for the fruitcakes.
As I began this thread I said I don't intend to appear smug, but just want to celebrate the freedom that tomorrow brings is a new adventure. That's why I say that I've come to realise that life is good again.
Stay Cool..
Fwiw i appreciated the post. It's helped.I'm assuming that most of you guys will not have experienced life like I have, unexpectedly finding themselves single following your worst nightmare and hopefully it will never happen to them. My wife died having been given 24 hours to live, and that followed me giving her a kiss goodbye before going to work and then me coming home to find her in a partial coma. Thats when you find life can kick you up the arris when you least expect it.
I'll tell you what its like.
First you find out who your real friends are. Its 50/50 between those making space and those that gather round to help.
You learn all sorts of stuff that you took for granted. The price of bread, grocery shopping, using a cooker, keeping a sense of values instead of letting yourself go and living in a squalid mess. I had to learn how to use an iron after burning a big hole in my best 501's. Washing machine settings - its a black art mate, left on No.7 for everything, and white shirts come out any colour but.
Your mind is not your own - even briefly thought of suicide on two occasions, but sense tells you that your son / family will have to pick even more pieces up so put the weedkiller away and rolled that loop of rope back over the door. I'm ashamed I even contemplated it cos that can never be the answer. You can easily find yourself drinking far to much and alone if that is your choice.
Approaching retirement, you think that life is heading towards a TV, pipe and slippers, you are over the hill and if you really want to, just waiting for the grim reaper. In actual fact, my mate and me have a running joke if the door is not answered quickly that we were just checking the windows for black flies and a funny smell coming out of the letterbox. :-)
Thats when the first lady came in and she picked me up at a party. It put a smile on my face for a while as it gives you something / somebody to care about other than yourself for a while. She had to move away chasing work and in hindsight was a train smash waiting to happen cos her divorce left her skint.
You meet a few other single ladies - one who said she was dumped by her ex when she was lying in bed with breast cancer op looming. That was a difficult date which lasted a rather short evening. Then there was the Lady who invited me to 'stop-over' each weekend but later realised that when her millionaire ex came back on the scene after 14 years, she had some ground to make up and dumped me cos she couldn't live a lie.
No, this thread was not just about getting a sh@g, but realising that 3 fellas who are good drinking buddies can speak out after their own traumas given time, wisdom and experience, they can get slightly smashed, put together a reasonable meal as a basis to look at life obliquely, recognising that they are all red-blooded blokey blokes, can laugh out loud and speak freely and plan any adventure without anybody stopping them.
In the village you can sense that there is a slight envy that there are us free spirited guys, seemingly accountable to nobody, we get invites to all the parties, and the envy of all the guys with overweight mortgages, screaming kids, bills, maxxed out credit cards, unhappy wives, controlling partners - no, we don't have any of that to worry about.( Kids / mortgages etc are just things in the past on the pathway and are quite necessary of course ). A few ladies ( and wives who should know better ) even lead you on to see where it goes but you have to be on guard for the fruitcakes.
As I began this thread I said I don't intend to appear smug, but just want to celebrate the freedom that tomorrow brings is a new adventure. That's why I say that I've come to realise that life is good again.
Stay Cool..
BryanC said:
Do I bite ? It seems that being homophobic is a consistant response to a fairly genuine post, and I might yet have second thoughts that I should have let this thread run out of steam and die.
I'm assuming that most of you guys will not have experienced life like I have, unexpectedly finding themselves single following your worst nightmare and hopefully it will never happen to them. My wife died having been given 24 hours to live, and that followed me giving her a kiss goodbye before going to work and then me coming home to find her in a partial coma. Thats when you find life can kick you up the arris when you least expect it.
I'll tell you what its like.
First you find out who your real friends are. Its 50/50 between those making space and those that gather round to help.
You learn all sorts of stuff that you took for granted. The price of bread, grocery shopping, using a cooker, keeping a sense of values instead of letting yourself go and living in a squalid mess. I had to learn how to use an iron after burning a big hole in my best 501's. Washing machine settings - its a black art mate, left on No.7 for everything, and white shirts come out any colour but.
Your mind is not your own - even briefly thought of suicide on two occasions, but sense tells you that your son / family will have to pick even more pieces up so put the weedkiller away and rolled that loop of rope back over the door. I'm ashamed I even contemplated it cos that can never be the answer. You can easily find yourself drinking far to much and alone if that is your choice.
Approaching retirement, you think that life is heading towards a TV, pipe and slippers, you are over the hill and if you really want to, just waiting for the grim reaper. In actual fact, my mate and me have a running joke if the door is not answered quickly that we were just checking the windows for black flies and a funny smell coming out of the letterbox. :-)
Thats when the first lady came in and she picked me up at a party. It put a smile on my face for a while as it gives you something / somebody to care about other than yourself for a while. She had to move away chasing work and in hindsight was a train smash waiting to happen cos her divorce left her skint.
You meet a few other single ladies - one who said she was dumped by her ex when she was lying in bed with breast cancer op looming. That was a difficult date which lasted a rather short evening. Then there was the Lady who invited me to 'stop-over' each weekend but later realised that when her millionaire ex came back on the scene after 14 years, she had some ground to make up and dumped me cos she couldn't live a lie.
No, this thread was not just about getting a sh@g, but realising that 3 fellas who are good drinking buddies can speak out after their own traumas given time, wisdom and experience, they can get slightly smashed, put together a reasonable meal as a basis to look at life obliquely, recognising that they are all red-blooded blokey blokes, can laugh out loud and speak freely and plan any adventure without anybody stopping them.
In the village you can sense that there is a slight envy that there are us free spirited guys, seemingly accountable to nobody, we get invites to all the parties, and the envy of all the guys with overweight mortgages, screaming kids, bills, maxxed out credit cards, unhappy wives, controlling partners - no, we don't have any of that to worry about.( Kids / mortgages etc are just things in the past on the pathway and are quite necessary of course ). A few ladies ( and wives who should know better ) even lead you on to see where it goes but you have to be on guard for the fruitcakes.
As I began this thread I said I don't intend to appear smug, but just want to celebrate the freedom that tomorrow brings is a new adventure. That's why I say that I've come to realise that life is good again.
Stay Cool..
Some times, when life hits us hard in the love spuds and we publically talk or write about i can be hard for others to know what to write in response.instead we make light of things . Don't take it as a slight or any way homophobic. It's not meant to be. You came through sI'm assuming that most of you guys will not have experienced life like I have, unexpectedly finding themselves single following your worst nightmare and hopefully it will never happen to them. My wife died having been given 24 hours to live, and that followed me giving her a kiss goodbye before going to work and then me coming home to find her in a partial coma. Thats when you find life can kick you up the arris when you least expect it.
I'll tell you what its like.
First you find out who your real friends are. Its 50/50 between those making space and those that gather round to help.
You learn all sorts of stuff that you took for granted. The price of bread, grocery shopping, using a cooker, keeping a sense of values instead of letting yourself go and living in a squalid mess. I had to learn how to use an iron after burning a big hole in my best 501's. Washing machine settings - its a black art mate, left on No.7 for everything, and white shirts come out any colour but.
Your mind is not your own - even briefly thought of suicide on two occasions, but sense tells you that your son / family will have to pick even more pieces up so put the weedkiller away and rolled that loop of rope back over the door. I'm ashamed I even contemplated it cos that can never be the answer. You can easily find yourself drinking far to much and alone if that is your choice.
Approaching retirement, you think that life is heading towards a TV, pipe and slippers, you are over the hill and if you really want to, just waiting for the grim reaper. In actual fact, my mate and me have a running joke if the door is not answered quickly that we were just checking the windows for black flies and a funny smell coming out of the letterbox. :-)
Thats when the first lady came in and she picked me up at a party. It put a smile on my face for a while as it gives you something / somebody to care about other than yourself for a while. She had to move away chasing work and in hindsight was a train smash waiting to happen cos her divorce left her skint.
You meet a few other single ladies - one who said she was dumped by her ex when she was lying in bed with breast cancer op looming. That was a difficult date which lasted a rather short evening. Then there was the Lady who invited me to 'stop-over' each weekend but later realised that when her millionaire ex came back on the scene after 14 years, she had some ground to make up and dumped me cos she couldn't live a lie.
No, this thread was not just about getting a sh@g, but realising that 3 fellas who are good drinking buddies can speak out after their own traumas given time, wisdom and experience, they can get slightly smashed, put together a reasonable meal as a basis to look at life obliquely, recognising that they are all red-blooded blokey blokes, can laugh out loud and speak freely and plan any adventure without anybody stopping them.
In the village you can sense that there is a slight envy that there are us free spirited guys, seemingly accountable to nobody, we get invites to all the parties, and the envy of all the guys with overweight mortgages, screaming kids, bills, maxxed out credit cards, unhappy wives, controlling partners - no, we don't have any of that to worry about.( Kids / mortgages etc are just things in the past on the pathway and are quite necessary of course ). A few ladies ( and wives who should know better ) even lead you on to see where it goes but you have to be on guard for the fruitcakes.
As I began this thread I said I don't intend to appear smug, but just want to celebrate the freedom that tomorrow brings is a new adventure. That's why I say that I've come to realise that life is good again.
Stay Cool..
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