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Booty calls?? 535 Views 02/05/09

If this blog shocks you, I apologize in advance.? It is not my purpose!!? Just skip it.

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I'm just curious.? How many of you have that special someone that you call whenever the urge for... let's say 'physical contact' gets too strong???? and how do you feel about the concept???

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No real friendship, no dinner, no movies.? When he or you call, you both know it's for one purpose and one purpose only.? It's high, let's get it on and bye until next time.

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In house survey!! 211 Views 01/31/09

Is it me or do most men in here wear fur on their faces.?

I have sensitive skin and get a reaction every time I kiss a guy with facial hair... so imagine if things go further.? I end up at the doctor for a prescription of cream that cures skin irritation and that's not the only reason I like closely shaved men.? A nice shaved face, smooth to the touch and to my lips. I'm up to the point that if I see the guy has hair on his face, I'll skip, because on top of everything, they seem to be emotionally attached to those little tuffs of hair that makes them look older and dirty as far as I'm concern.???

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What's this new fad with men wearing hair on their face.? Don't they have enough everywhere else.? It comes in everywhere shape and forms these days.? A bit here, a lot there, long, short and designed.?????

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I'm curious to know if I'm the only women around here who likes her men shaved.? About you guys???

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Fondest memory!! 99 Views 02/03/09

Really this blog is just an excuse.¿ I like to write,¿any one that reads my blogs and comments knows that.

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My fondest memory of all time, the one I think of and I get warm all over.¿

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I've just started university, it's only my second week of classes.¿ I'm studying in Political Sciences.¿ I know, I know, not very fashionable or even interesting to most of you, but I loved it.¿ It was a dream come true.¿ At that point I'd been working on an expos¿ for a solid week.¿ There are no real equations or formulas, so in political sciences, you're graded on expos¿s and papers, all a matter of how you build your arguments, because it's a matter of opinions and even specialists don't agree.

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I'd been working on this paper non stop,¿putting my best effort, wanting it to be the best I've ever done.¿ The professor asked for 10 pages minimum, I was up to 32.¿ I wanted to do good so bad, after all it was my first university paper!!!

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Throughout the week I would stop by my mother or talk to her on the phone. I would tell her how cool the angle I found to talk about the concept of nation/state.¿ I'd quote¿some of the stuff I wrote.¿ The night before the class,¿told her how nervous I was getting but how ready I felt... it was a good nervous.

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That morning, when I got to my class, who do I see in the corridor, MY MOM!!!!¿ No need to say I'm shocked!!!¿ I ask her what she's doing there and she looked at me with a smile and said, I came to hear your expos¿.¿ My first thought is: Can she???¿ So I asked her.¿ She said she phoned the department and they said she can be an 'auditeur' on any class.¿ (I don't know the word in English, someone who takes the class, but doesn't pay tuition, doesn't do exams and doesn't get credit).

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She casually walked into the class leaving me in the corridor kind of spaced out.¿ Funny, I get more nervous.¿ I wanted to impress the professor, but now I need to impress my mother, taller order.¿ She's a tough cookie,¿a smart one too and she expect more out of me then any of my professors.

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So I start my expos¿, trying to prove that a multinational company can fit the traditionnal definition of a nation state, and I'm going and going and I've been talking for over an hour and every time my eyes look my mother's way, she has that strange look on her face.¿ It's like¿she's looking at the Madonna in the flesh.¿ There's a look of¿serenity¿all over her face.¿ I can't explain it and¿I can't really delay on it as I'm still talking in front of the class, I need to concentrate.

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Once my expos¿ ended, there was a question period as other students tried to break my argumentation into little pieces and then¿class was over.

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As soon as I got out in the hall, my mother gave me the biggest hug.¿ I ask her: so what did you think?¿ She replied: I didn't get a thing but you were fantastic.¿ I looked at her confused:¿ what do you mean you didn't get a thing??¿ It wasn't that complicated, I was trying to prove that...

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She interrupted me:¿ No, it's not that, I'll read your paper and understand, but while you were there in front of everyone, I savored it.¿ I would have liked to be in your place.¿ In my time women didn't go to university and you're here speaking in front of a class.¿ She continued: I heard you but didn't register the words per say.¿¿I was just so proud, looking at you there, straight, confident, incredibly smart looking... just¿like a political scientist already.¿ I remembered you as a kid, all the hopes and aspirations I had for you and to see you do it, took my brain¿away!!!¿ She¿chuckled a little and added:¿ I couldn't take the words in, just the overwhelmind feeling of pride... I wanted to tell them all, that's my daughter up there, isn't she great!!¿¿I'm so proud of you.¿ I did good raising you.

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I was speechless and believe me it's an occurence that you can count on the fingers of one hand.¿¿The Madonna look had been¿in awe¿of me!! I just couldn't believe it.¿She was not just impress, she was like over herself in a deep way... not just because she was my mother, I felt like she had admiration for what I did.¿ My mother has never been a very exuberant, emotional, I love you every 5 minutes, you're the best in the world reassurance once a day, type of mother.¿¿To hear her words rendered me... speechless.

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Then, faithfull to her role as a mother, the tigress came out.¿ She added :¿ and those students, they tried to destroy you but you face them and took care of them in one bite.¿ You¿destroyed their critics.¿ Obviously they didn't understand a word you said because their¿questions were¿lame and no¿match for the¿knowledge you have acquired working on the subject.¿ You ate them whole.¿ (I'm translating here, give me a break if it's not proper English... I don't know what the proper english expression is... LOL)

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So this is my fondest memory.¿ What more could I ask.¿¿Just to have my mother witness one of my¿triumph was good enough for me.¿ But watching me on the podium made her feel that she did a good job as a mother.¿ It was such a powerful validation of who I am.¿ But it was¿also about knowing I validated her life, her role as a mother, educator, mentor, and this is priceless.¿ That last thought makes that memory the most precious to me.

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Want to share yours??

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What's in a nickname!! 178 Views 02/02/09

There's something reassuring about a nickname.¿ Ok... Not always, some nicknames can be hurtful and mean.¿ But within a family or close friends, a nickname can be a sign of affection.

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Petale has been my nickname for as long as I can remember.¿ My real name is Chantale.¿ It only had two syllables, tale means nothing, not really a nick name and chant couldn't be either because it's the verb to sing in french.¿ So having no possibility for play on my name, my brother came up with the nickname petale as a rime and it stuck.¿

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When my mother was alive I knew what she wanted just by the way she'd use my nickname.¿ Chantale was for when she was in a hurry¿or¿correcting behaviour.¿ (She did a lot of that, LOL).¿ Petale was when she was happy about something I did, proud of me or just glad I was her daughter.¿With the years, the nickname evolved.¿ After I moved out, whenever I'd come home, I'd hear her say petale de rose (rose petal) and I knew she was happy to see me.¿ If she needed a favor, it was Petale d'amour (love petal) on that tone that still ring like a fond memory to my ear.¿

My sibblings still use those in the exact same situations, as if they felt the intention behind the use of the nickname and copied it without thought.

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What is your nickname?¿ Do you have one for others you use with a meaning behind it?¿ I love stories like that... don't be shy tell me.

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Cheers to the women!!! 158 Views 01/18/09
Here's part of what I wrote in an answer to a blog. Thought I would post is as a blog and elaborate on it. I've been on dating sites for about 10 years now. Have very few good experiences and still give it a try from time to time. I give up for long period because of the feeling sometimes of being on a meat market. I feel like I don't matter. Then I got here... a little over a year ago. At first I was looking at profiles and being a dutifull single woman looking for a companion. Then I started blogging... and the whole part of this site about dating went on the back burner. What made me stay here are the women I read here. Through numerous blogs or comments, I've discovered a great bunch of women. They don't know me, I don't know them, but somehow I wish I could go for coffee with a few of them and chat until I have no voice left.... The way they express themselves, I feel close to them. They are intelligent and articulate, they have wisdom, insight and compassion and are terribly open about their feelings and emotions. They know the meaning of respect for others as well as for themselves. I've been surprise by how convivial the atmosphere is around these premises. No screams, fights or arguments, even the dissagreements are civil... just an exchange between great minds. I said the women, because the blogs are mostly the women's domain. There are a few good men around but they are just so smart, thoughtfull and tactful that I sometimes forget they are not women... hehehehe So to all the great women I've read here, I'll raise my glass to you and thank you for the good times I've had and the ones to come.
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