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One Man's Story - Part II - (by Kevin)
On our first date Kate was cool enough to meet me at a sports bar so I could watch the game. When I saw her walk through the door, she looked so amasingly hot that I could feel my heart pounding. I had never seen her wearing anything but her dirty kickball gear, so this was almost like meeting her for the first time.
When the game ended, we went to dinner and talked, laughed and flirted for hours. We even made plans to see each other again. At the end of the evening I gave her a kiss. It was more sweet than passionate. Even though I was wildly attracted to her, I didn't push it. I wasn't interested in seeing how far I could get; I just wanted to spend time with her. Whenever I played that kiss over in my mind, it put a smile on my face. I couldn't wait to see her again.
Our second date was just as good as the first, and on our third date I introduced Kate to my friends. They've never been shy about dissing other girls I've dated, but they gave Kate the thumbs-up. When they told me they'd never seen me so happy, it really hit me: I was definitely falling in love.
About three weeks into the relationship, Kate went on vacation for a week, and I missed her like crazy. The evening she was supposed to arrive home, I got a call from her, saying that she was stuck in the Miami airport. She was alone and afraid that if she fell asleep she'd miss her flight, so I stayed on the phone with her all night to keep her awake. The wild thing is, there was never any dead silence. We could just talk for hours. ...
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Posted on 12 August, 2006, 3:42 am by Basilio
Author: Kevin
Category: Desired Love
One Man's Story - Part I - (by Kevin)
By the time I turned 27 I was a first-date professional. I had been in love once before - in college - but hadn't got serious with anyone since. I was putting in 12-hour days at my job and wasn't getting out much, so most of my dates were setups. But 10 minutes into those, I'd know the girl wasn't for me. So when some friends asked if I wanted to join a kickball league, I agreed, thinking it might be a way to meet women.
What happened next was right out of one of those romantic chick flicks:
There was this cute Kristin Davis lookalike girl on my team and while having a couple beers after a game, we started talking. I was immediately comfortable with Kate and didn't feel as if I had to hold anything back. We actually bounded by making fun of people at the bar. Our similar senses of humour really drew us together. At the end of the night, I walked her to the car and gave her a hug.
I was curious to see what would happen when I saw her at the next game, and it was the same scenario. We went for drinks and closed down the bar. Again, I walked her to the car. We exchanged e-mail addresses, and I gave her a hug. May be I sound like a wuss for not making a move, but I could actually picture myself with this girl, so I didn't want to blow it by showing my tongue down her throat. I knew I'd be seeing her every week at kickball, so I decided to take my time. ...- Read full story | 0 comments
Posted on 12 August, 2006, 1:55 am by Basilio
Author: Kevin
Category: Lasting Love
Being A Single Mother - (by Maria)
Hi, my name is Maria. I'm 40 years old and live in Baltimore.
I've known since I was a little girl that I wanted to be a mom. If there was a new baby around, I always had to hold it or play with it. I planned on having kids early like in my early 20-s. But didn't succeed.I even started joking that if I didn't get married by the time I was 35 I would preceed to my plan B which is having kids on my own without any male intervention.
I dated a lot but it just came to the point that I was approaching to turning 37 and I knew my window was closing. My biggest concern was that I was being selfish to have kids who wouldn't know their father at all. A friend of mine said, that everyone who is going to have kids or already has them is selfish because you are choosing to create a life and shape a new personality. But everything after that is pretty selfless. That helped me finally make my decision and I got pregnant through an anonymous donor. This way I gave birth to indentical twin-boys.
I'm a very busy person - I work full time and a nanny comes to my house on weekdays from 7:30 to 5:30. When I get home, the boys and I play, have dinner, do bathtime and night stories. In some ways it's less complicated not to have a man around. I don't have to compromise when it comes to things like values and what to teach my boys. When it came to picking out names, I didn't have to negotiate with anyone. I take up all responsibilities and enjoy being with my boys on my own. ...- Read full story | 0 comments
Posted on 3 August, 2006, 11:45 pm by Basilio
Author: Maria
Category: Miscellaneous
Having a Huge Family - (by Lori)
When I met my husband, he told me he wanted a lot of kids - like six or seven. I had always pictured my life with huge academic and financial success, so I told him we could have some, but I was never going to stay home full-time. I wanted to be a computer programmer. Then our first baby came along and I fell in love with motherhood. I just enjoyed so much spending time with my daughter. When she turned out to be so great we decided to have another baby. After two, my husband was done, but by then I was hooked on motherhood and his wish to have many kids turned out to be so contagious that now I was the one who wanted it. For now we have four girls and a new baby boy.
Now I have to plan my time as perfectly as most business people do, except that in my case my time has to be equally planned between 5 kids, housework and my husband.
I have to be super organized all the time. I get up at 5:30 every morning, exercise, shower and get the kids up. I home school them so I don't have to rack my brains on school schedules and pick-ups. By 8:30 we're doing piano lessons, and by 9 we start school. We are done by lunchtime so we have the rest of our day absolutely free. Spending the whole day with them lets me really get to know them because each of them has a very different and unique personality even considering how small they are. I perfectly realise that if I want to turn them into wonderful people it's up to me and everything I do will shape future personalities. That's a huge responsibility and I take it very seriously.
We are crammed in a three-bedroom house, so there are two kids in each room. And now there will be a third one in one of them. Just feeding everyone is a challenge every day. But then a little over a year ago, when we had just the four girls, we started to realize it was getting quite easy. That's when we knew it was time to have another. Now my oldest daughter wants us to have as many boys as girls. I don't know about that but maybe! ...- Read full story | 0 comments
Posted on 31 July, 2006, 9:54 pm by Basilio
Author: Lori
Category: Friends & Family
I have never thought I'd be alive to tell this story. On the outside I look and act like any normal teenager. But if you get to know me you realise there's so much more: I take 20 pills a day, see the doctors every three months; I miss half of school every semester; and I know that I could die any time. That's what it's like being HIV-positive.
I tested positive for HIV, the virus that causes AIDS, on March 20, 1995. I was six. The same day, my four-year-old brother's test also came as positive. My mom had discovered she was HIV-positive a few weeks before. She'd read a newspaper article about it and decided to get tested. She'd been feeling sick, but the doctors hadn't thought of HIV at all. In fact, my mom had been exposed to HIV through unprotected sex before she married my dad. We figured she had had a disease for 10 years before she was even diagnosed.
My mother's doctors warned her that she might have passed the virus to my dad, me and my brother. So we all went to take tests. That's when we found out about me and my brother; my dad turned out to be HIV-negative.
My parents explained us about the virus and warned us that we always have to make sure we got our band - aid on the cuts. I remember going to kindergarten with rubber gloves in my bag because I fell on the playground and my teacher might run over to help me forgetting my blood was infected. ...- Read full story | 0 comments
Posted on 31 July, 2006, 1:57 am by Basilio
Author: Alora
Category: Miscellaneous
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