tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1444948726089501400.post6905363906321512208..comments2023-09-11T10:43:21.924-04:00Comments on FILLING EMPTYING & SCRATCHING: THIS ONE MIGHT MAKE YOU BARFtankmontrealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02303476618446125363noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1444948726089501400.post-21514339075712284032007-08-03T23:47:00.000-04:002007-08-03T23:47:00.000-04:00oh, what a great, sweet, precious story. and i lov...oh, what a great, sweet, precious story. and i love the picture. and your beau looks like that hot tom calicchio on top chef.BigAssBellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00196713522104157126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1444948726089501400.post-63542113800802829502007-07-30T20:11:00.000-04:002007-07-30T20:11:00.000-04:00You adorable sentimentalists.You adorable sentimentalists.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1444948726089501400.post-1075298949988892332007-07-30T04:44:00.000-04:002007-07-30T04:44:00.000-04:00Yeah, even cynical old me got a tear from that.Yeah, even cynical old me got a tear from that.michael sean morrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06336285190644141596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1444948726089501400.post-38696328495373086292007-07-27T23:00:00.000-04:002007-07-27T23:00:00.000-04:00rg: The sense I get from your blog is that Persona...<B>rg:</B> The sense I get from your blog is that Personal Trainer is putty in your hands as long as you treat him to 90 minutes of your manual magic. Never underestimate the power of a good massage...tankmontrealhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02303476618446125363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1444948726089501400.post-72164420054492769122007-07-27T15:56:00.000-04:002007-07-27T15:56:00.000-04:00The sun, the sand and heart-strings tugging story....The sun, the sand and heart-strings tugging story. This made my Friday afternoon. I wonder if I can get my new Personal Trainer to come to the beach with me?RGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12264363264956622352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1444948726089501400.post-31732455008082731452007-07-26T22:05:00.000-04:002007-07-26T22:05:00.000-04:00guys: I'm instantly in love with men in touch with...<B>guys:</B> I'm instantly in love with men in touch with their sensitive side. Hugs to you all. <BR/><BR/><B>tedbear:</B> Super story. I particularly plugged into "I was teary, and he was teary because I was". This is so me.<BR/><BR/>It triggers the memory of something that happened between Bill and I maybe a month ago. I'll need his permission to blog about it though. Until then, know there's at least one other couple in a very long-term thing that's connected the way you are with Overeducated Redneck.tankmontrealhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02303476618446125363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1444948726089501400.post-63054430064959491552007-07-26T11:07:00.000-04:002007-07-26T11:07:00.000-04:00A beautiful post. Thank you. We had something lik...A beautiful post. Thank you. <BR/><BR/>We had something like that happen to us a few months ago. I cried too. <BR/><BR/>My Overeducated Redneck was given a very nice watch at graduation. The O.R. doesn't really care about material things. He wore the watch, but it wasn't a big deal to him, and let me borrow it for big meetings. The watch gave me confidence. My Dad is a mechanic. I am the beneficiary of a great education and I needed the watch to make me feel like I belong. I needed that lifestyle prop to overcome insecurities about my background with the big boys. The O.R. understood that, when I didn't see it in myself. I wore the watch more and more. Eventually the watch became mine. <BR/><BR/>About five years later, I started making real money, and bought the O.R. a watch just like the one I "borrowed" from him. I was so happy I could finally afford to give him what he gave me. We each had the same engraved watch. <BR/><BR/>In April 2007, my college roommate Brenda called and asked if we wanted to join her in St. John USVI for a long weekend. My Overeducated Redneck of 22 years was on call and couldn't find anyone to trade at the last minute. <BR/><BR/>I used airmiles, and joined Brenda at Caneel Bay in St. John USVI. We did beach time, snorkel time, lazy time. I wore my watch. It was fine. It is waterproof to 1000 feet. <BR/><BR/>The next day, Caneel Bay arranged for us to join a Scuba diving charter. Scuba is much deeper than snorkeling. Of course, I wore my watch. We just went 30-100 feet of water. Nothing deep. The watch was working fine. <BR/><BR/>When we got back to Caneel Bay, I noticed fog on the watch crystal.<BR/><BR/>I was bummed, and knew it could be fixed. We were flying home the next day. <BR/><BR/>When we were back home, I took the watch in for repair. The watchmaker opened it up, and said, too late. The movement is rusted. I teared up a little in the watch shop, and the watchmaker kindly explained that if you dive with the watch, the watch must have a new seal every 12 months. It had been two years since the last cleaning, the seal was weak, and broke under pressure. The watch was ruined. <BR/><BR/>I was devastated. <BR/><BR/>I had always guarded the watch so carefully. It had been all over the world on business trips. Every time I looked at it I thought of my wonderful funny Overeducated Redneck at home. Many people had admired the watch. It was a very nice lifestyle prop. <BR/><BR/>In the back of my mind, I was stupidly superstitious that if something happened to the watch then something might happen to my relationship with the O.R. <BR/><BR/>The O.R. came home from the office, and I told him the news. I was teary eyed. I told him my silly fears which I knew were not true and would never be true. He smiled and hugged me. I was teary, and he was teary because I was. <BR/><BR/>The watches were like wedding rings for us. The O.R. knew it bothered me not to wear the same watch, and he stopped wearing it. <BR/><BR/>Of course the Overeducated Redneck didn't care about the watch. His feelings about me are alway in his heart, not on his sleeve. <BR/><BR/>Christmas is coming, and I know what the present will be. This time, there won't be any silly superstition lingering in the back of my mind. The watch is just a symbol. A great lifestyle prop, but just a symbol of what is really in my heart.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1444948726089501400.post-40845603603717333922007-07-24T18:24:00.000-04:002007-07-24T18:24:00.000-04:00Okay, I got a little sick, but it's a great story....Okay, I got a little sick, but it's a great story. Also, Rene who owns Century is Canadian, so..... anyway, it sounds like a very romantic moment and say hi to Rene for me.evilganomehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04867509470546509687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1444948726089501400.post-47386245382140416132007-07-24T14:35:00.000-04:002007-07-24T14:35:00.000-04:00yes.. in office, full tears. thanks. lol.JimmyJame...yes.. in office, full tears. thanks. lol.<BR/><BR/>JimmyJames in TorontoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1444948726089501400.post-41869385918575233102007-07-22T23:26:00.000-04:002007-07-22T23:26:00.000-04:00Now I'm getting all misty-eyed. You guys look hot...Now I'm getting all misty-eyed. You guys look hot. And I love Provincetown. Can't think of a nicer place to lose your rings.Mikehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08827846262483271138noreply@blogger.com