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Originally Posted by crisan
I tried to rep you with a long message. I think you were the one who recommended the book Protecting the Gift. That book changed my life. Funny enough, the ideas work well with certain segments of the population, in particular those with very obvious dysfunctional families. It doesn't seem to work well for others but I think I understand why now.
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I don't know to whom you are responding--my mind is elsewhere--I missed that one--sounds good--I will put it on the list.
I will read almost anything. lol
lol--This thread can be hijacked.
--I certainly don't care--lol--say whatever you like. Pretend we are at a Happy Hour---ordering another round for everyone. Margarita for me. Frozen--it's hot, swelteringly hot, here.
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Here's a funny story. I lol now, at least.
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Due to my father's absolute dictatorial style--I call him 'Mel', now--I had one date in high school. The rage that I feel about that--best to let that sleeping dog lie.
I graduated and went off to college. I returned for Homecoming that freshman year and was just sitting there with a person who also attended my college. I had been a majorette and a guy that had dated another majorette came over and said 'Hi'. Then he said--'Would you like to go to the dance?'
I did--and my friend was annoyed--a change in transportation plans--she agreed to call her parents and also never let me forget my inconsiderate ways.
The people I have known--not 'fun' people--that is all I will say.
So we went to the dance and he asked me out for Saturday night. I didn't inform Mel--we had actually stopped speaking.
He attended a military college and then invited me to come up for a special weekend. I had to ask 'Mel' and he drove me up there.
It was great and I continued to date this guy --can't recall how long. We saw each other on school breaks. I 'fell in love'--as girls do.
The last date we had--probably sophmore year--New Year's Eve--he took me to some sort of frat party and everybody was making out. I was 'not that kind of girl' and I said, 'No'. He drove me home and that was that. No discussion.
Of course, holidays were special times for 'Mel'. He had some sort of episode--threw the Christmas tree on the floor, IIRC.
Then one day my 'friend' informed me that R had a girl friend. She knew because she worked in the credit department of a retail store with a girl from his college. Must have had some good chats about me while they were assessing credit. I worked on the sales floor --selling lingerie, fwiw.
I called him and he said it was true. Then I got a letter from his fiancee. ' R is mine, etc' and a few other choice remarks.
I graduated from college. 'Everybody else' was getting married, including my college roommate. On the back of her engagement announcement in the paper was a picture of the Witch. They were getting married at his church--less than a half a mile from my house.
I began my career--teaching. 5 years later he calls me--now an officer--on his way to somewhere. My 'friend' from college had just been transferred to my school, fwiw--much to my disappointment.
I met him and exercised my new found liberation. Thinking dark thoughts about his wife. Stupid, yes--but I was Single and that is what singles did--yes, we did. Long Live the Silver Ball.
Never heard from him again. Our high school class had a reunion--around the time my brother died--I didn't get the fyi and I didn't go.
One day I went to one of those online sites for high school reunions. He sent me an email--'Let's be friends'.
Something 'terrible' had just happened again and I was in rare form.
It was, of course, Christmas---all kinds of emotions fly at Christmas for me.
We met. I had forgotten about a Dr's appointment and had to juggle the meeting around---we still 'liked' each other---there was always something there--could have been a lot more.
Anyway---we emailed a bit. I finally said--'You do know your wife wrote me a letter and said this and that ---for which I shall hate her forever? And your engagement announcement appeared on the back of my college roommates?
The response--'I have no regrets--date that he became a military officer.
I went into such a state. If I could have reached through the computer and strangled him that would have helped.
My counselor heard this story--they shared the same name. Men--saying things like 'I have no regrets.' He said don't email him anymore. So I didn't.
My one chance at love. sigh
A few weeks later he sent me an email. A picture of Hillary ranting about something. I cried, then felt proud. 'A feminist's feminist'---more powerful than any man. lol --Yes, that is what I am. Bow to the Queen---that is what we feminists say.
I am a redhead, he married a mere blonde.
Annette Bening, yes, one of my favorite actresses. The scene in Bugsy when she tells Ben/Warren what he can do is one of my favorite scenes.
I wanted to say this to him>>>
"My oh my, you're pretty ferocious for a mob's concern, aren't ya? The rest of the time you're just some good-looking, sweet-talking, charm-oozing, f@ck-happy fellow with nothing to offer but some dialogue. Dialogue is cheap in Hollywood Ben... why don't you run outside and jerk yourself a soda."
I might just memorize it --in case I ever see R again. I really want to say this--wonderful piece of dialogue.
He is living at the beach---my favorite place on earth. SW FL--they got the oil spill--clearly a sign of God's displeasure, jmo.
I hope he had to clean his floors every day for months. lol
Living in Margaritaville---that is too much. I love those beaches---Florida panhandle and spent many happy moments there. If there were any justice in this world--I would be living at the beach.
I'll just have to settle for being --'The Most Powerful Woman in the World', except for Oprah. lol