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  Tue 28th February 2012

...from yesterday has been made private (to me only) for the time being. For those who didn't see it: basically, bit of a tricky time for me and Mary-Ann. Will report back later.

8 comments

Comment from: Furtheron [Visitor]

I think I’ve said this before but… you need to just go with the flow of it a bit more… distance is an issue but so what - that should make the face to face time even more special.

Stop trying to make it all perfect now - go with what is and try to figure all the difficult stuff out further up the road

(BTW best advice I can ever give anyone is… don’t listen to my advice I know shit!)

Tue 28th February 2012 @ 11:21

Well, I’ve got some news for you, pal. Yesterday’s post can still be read in its entirety in Google Reader. I’ve had that happen, too. Tried to delete a post but, apparently, once Reader has it, it’s out there.

I misread “cooking for you” as “choking you!” I’m not kidding! What would Freud say?

Tue 28th February 2012 @ 12:16
Comment from: [Member]

Oh well, if it’s what I wanted to say yesterday then it’ll just have to stay in the wild. And it hasn’t quite got to the point of possible strangulation yet :)

You talk sense, Mr Further. Nothing’s going to be perfect. (Can’t help a tiny bit of me wanting the whole fucking thing though :)

Tue 28th February 2012 @ 12:20
Comment from: [Member]

agree that sometimes distance can make the time together more enjoyable… one of the healthiest relationships i had was with a gent who lived 800 miles away, and we’d see each other maybe once a month on business trips. other than the fact that he was married, it worked out really well…

(yeah. not a good one to be giving you advice, either, i reckon…)

Tue 28th February 2012 @ 16:53
Comment from: [Member]

I don’t really want that. I want to go out with the girl next door (not literally, she’s a Muslim), to ring someone up and just say “Up to anything? See you in ten mins?”

Tue 28th February 2012 @ 17:09
Comment from: nursemyra [Visitor]

Damn! I missed yesterday’s post

Wed 29th February 2012 @ 08:06

looby, have you been deleting my comments?
Have I upset you in some way?
I’ve put in comments twice, seen them in the post and then they just seem to vanish.

Wed 29th February 2012 @ 08:26
Comment from: [Member]

Really? Not at all TSB - to both questions.

Try again - I haven’t touched anything! :)

Wed 29th February 2012 @ 08:35


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