Hard to stay in the office any day this week, blue sky, sunshine, highs 80, lows 50. Who wants to go out and play, and what should we do?!?!?!?!?!?

That's me. I was discarded like so much garbage. Opportunities were there, and choices were made. At the end of the day, with a long list of options, I was not last. I was below last. Not even recyclable, simply garbage.

I am just as guilty as everyone else on this site. We all have something that really turns us on about someone's body, and we all have diffeent likes and dislikes, which is good. I recently found myself falling into the thought process that someone's body looking hot (to me) would make them hot. I seem to be fading away from the memories that I have been with women before who were beautiful and had drop dead sexy bodies, and were just so-so or worse when we made love. I have been with women in the past who may not have had the look or body that fit my idea of super sexy, yet they just dripped sex appeal frome every pore. Bottom line that I forget sometimes, sexy is as sexy does. Enthusiasm and joy trump looks and body. Passion will always beat the most beautiful of eyes. Of course, to have looks, killer body, passion and have fun doing it all would be OK with me too! And BTW, there really are some smoking hot, good looking people on here. I still enjoy looking...

A friend once commented, "You know, whenever some one thinks something is untrue they may exclaim 'Bullshit!!!!'. Why is it always BULL shit? Cow do too, they just don't brag about it." The more I thought about that, the more I realized she was pretty darn smart....

Two guys are out walking their dogs, one has a German Shepard, one has a Chihuahua. They pass a bar and the Chihuahua owner says "Man, I would love to go in and get a beer but they wouldn't allow dogs". The other guy say "Watch and learn". He walks into the bar with his German Shedard and as soon as he gets inside he starts doing the "stevie Wonder" head weave motion. He shuffles over to the bar, sits down and orders a beer. The bartender say NO DOGS. The guy says "I'm blind and this is my guide dog". The bartender is embarased and brings the man a beer right away. His friend is still outside watching all of this through the window, so now he goes into the bar and follows the exact same routine. The bartender tells him NO DOGS!! His responce is the same, "I'm blind and this is my guide dog". The bartender snorts and says "A Chihuahua???" the man gazes around vacantly as a blind person might do and says
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"They gave me a CHIHUAHUA!!!!!!!!"

Seems like ever week or so I find someone else "checking out" of NN. A mean spirt is usualy sited as a major reason. And there can be some real bonehead comments on here without a doubt. I always think this is supposed to be a fun place, I hope it will be so.

Never in my life will I love someone the Forrest loved Jenny, and I am the lesser man for that.

Well, my last blog started with ropes popping. Cut me off after that on the iPhone. Was going to say spent the night on my boat and woke up to the sound of ropes popping on the dock.

OK, sure that the title may have conjured up

Are nice to nest in and snuggle with, but just not quite the same as a warm, passionate woman. Just sayin'