There seems to be a lot of anger, resentment annd overall disdain inside these responses towards the cobra.1) the resolution of the photograph was poor, so my first reaction was “what is that thing?’
2) why can’t he find a better picture….and what’s with the teeth?
3) like I need to find a way through my Luddite infirmities and send something back that pigeon holes yanks
4) “hello Mr C, if I were you I would fuck off, my dog can get real nasty….I mean R E A L. N A S T Y
6) because the other option was pity, and taking pity on a venomous snake seems….err…inhuman
7) not much really. It’s a stretch to say my penis, because I do take pity on my penis
8) I think there are moments in my past that were snake like, but not cobra, more….err…..adder/grass snake. I shall unpack it thus: I wasn’t much of a snake but I was a bit. It’s not a good side of me. But it is in the past. I don’t think Brits are more snake like than any other nation, but I could be wrong. Have you been to Greece?
I await further questions
The Right Honourable GBS
Earl of Totalbolloxtown, Shitshowshire, United. Kingdom
Healing never seems to be linear. Even the step toward getting closer can cause a little reaction.431
Bad day yesterday. Too dull to explain. I (allegedly) dropped the ball. She said she felt like she wanted to live on her own sometimes. Luckily I hadn’t drunk too much or I may have suggested an answer to her issue.
Man, to me, and this is just me…..(I’m an optimist more times than not) but I read this and think “it’s there” it’s so close to bubbling out. Her initiating the kissing of the next? The putting her hands on your sides, the closeness, it doesn’t sound forced. Maybe it was the environment, if she had a few drinks maybe they allowed her to let her guard down. Either way, I feel like her desire for romance is there.There was some closeness, then as we were just watching and standing at the edge, my wife stood behind me and to the side holding my hands anf kissing my neck and a few other very positive signs. Nothing overtly sexual but not a million mikes away. It was the best moment in 14 months. We went home, nothing else happened.
This andSo, rehearsal goes well, service goes well, and I stay for the reception. I stayed for just over an hour. I had 4 (very small) glasses of wine.
to me, she sounds triggered, to which you already mention. I can tell you that things like this still trigger my wife. When I travel for work to attend conferences, my wife gets very anxious. These trips trigger her more than service work trips, why? Because there are also females at these conferences and there are generally social hour networking events that involve drinks. She doesn’t trust that scenario. She thinks it’s far to easy to have drinks and sneak off to my hotel room or hers. Mind you I have never flirted or tried to pick up another woman, ever, but based on my history it’s not so easy for her to calm herself down when she her anxiety flares up. I have actually turned down a proposition from an attractive woman…..of course I cannot tell her this because she will immediately think I must have been flirting for it to get to that point but I can promise you I did no such think.there was a group of us talking, she made her way closer to me. After a few drinks I decided I was heading to my room. She said she was too and followed me. On the elevator she asked if I was married. I said yes and then the elevator got to my floor and I told her good night. I was so proud of myself, but again, I can’t share that for fear she will have no trust with conferences. It sucks but I can sleep easy knowing I did nothing to initiate.she says me being out for longer than predicted was a big trigger. She thinks I am flirting with women (not much to flirt with in a church I can tell you!)
I do this on a daily basis most time I usually wind up connecting She usually runs off with a "do you ever plan to grow up" comment and i just say "NIOPE"just stared at my wife’s arse yesterday, obviously she couldn’t see me, and I motioned with my hands a grabbing scenario. It was juvenile in the extreme, but good fun nonetheless.