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...I just keep my mouth closed. Sometimes..I don't even bother to express the way that I feel also. The reason why.. Though it matters to me, it doesn't matter to the people I express this to. Oh, you can tell..their eyes glass over, it's a sign that they are losing interest. But, it doesn't when it's concerning them, when they want something from you like advice. As soon as they get it, they move on as if nothing has transpired between the both of you. These are the SAME people who come to you for advice ALL the time. When I try and explain to them why..things are the way they are..it could be anything that we are talking about. People, items and situations..they FAIL to understand that is how the world IS. It does not revolve around your situation. You aren't the ONLY ONE this has happen to. It has happened to others and you should deal with it the way they have...if not, move on. Consider it a lost. I will give an example. Say you're looking for a j...

I enjoy Sunday mornings..don't know why. I think it's because Sunday mornings are suppose to be lazy..a relaxing day to get yourself together..prepare for the coming week of whatever. What I enjoy even more than Sundays..MONDAYS!! Most people don't though. I see it like this.. Mondays are for the times to reconnect with coworkers about their weekends. Gather information about what they did, where they went. You don't even have to go anywhere. You could just stay at home and watch some good TV..read an article that cause you to think about..just things. Most people dislike Mondays for the simple reason the weekend is over. The way I see it, you only get one day for the weekend and that is Saturday..Sunday being the day to rest up. I guess that is why people dislike Mondays. That's why I enjoy working weekends and would rather have it that way. EVERYBODY is off on weekends..stores are crowed. Can't get anything done with all those people standing also in line wi...

Let me see if I can TRY and explain this as in the best way I can. I mentioned in my last post that I wold talk about..something. That something is OBE, Out of Body Experiences. Bear with me. For YEARS..I have been having these experiences. At first I couldn't understand it, them. I would wake up kind of exhausted, like I've been traveling on my feet for the last 24 hours. Then something..things began to come into place. First example.. I had broke up with a woman who I've cared for in a way that I thought and still to this day considered it love. The weeks following the break up, I kept having these dreams..her and I just happened to meet on 125th Street, in Harlem. One day I was with a male friend in my neighborhood and he mentioned to me..'isn;t that your ex girlfriend heading this way. I turned around, and there she was. We talked and she went about her business. Then, the dreams became more frequent with her. One day, I'm standing on 125th Street reading ...

Being that Ft. Jackson is a mere..less than 100 miles away by car. I took a trip there. The last time I was at Ft Jackson, SC was November of 1982 when I was Honorably Discharged from The Army. But.. I had always visit the place in my dreams. Laugh all you want, but wait until you hear more about these dreams. I remember the place as when I was a Soldier, it was alive, hustling and full of activity. Being that it's a Training Post, Basic Training and AIT, Advance Individual Training..there were and always was Soldiers all over the place..even on the weekends. I went through Gate 2 on a Saturday and I was shocked. First off, while I was stationed there, I don't think I covered the whole Post. I mean I was only in one area, did my Duty that was assigned to me. I was a 64C, a Motor Transport Operator, a Truck Driver. I had assigned to me a 2 1/2 ton truck, truck number 209 of The 342nd Transportation Company. I had to get my bearings, it's been over 30 years since I was ...

..don't know why, but that song came into my head in the shower this morning. Oh well. See, I..let's see how I can put this. I have a lot to say, and I DO want to say it. But, I don't want to offend anyone. I will say what I have to say..I shouldn't be worried about what others may say or even thing..but I do. First off, married life isn't that easy. I mean I knew that there would be some rough patches, spots..here and there. I expected this. But, it seems that when one of the two TRY and control the whole situation, relationship..marriage.. I'm not the one who will quietly sit back and keep my mouth closed. No, I'm going to speak up and say whats on my mind. Enough on that subject. I DO love her and want the best for the both of us no matter what. Okay, on Tuesdays for now on, I will post.

One of my female online friends..she is just too much.. At the ripe age of 39, she figures that she is one of a kind. Though we all are as humans, but she takes it to another level. She has two things going for her..her looks and her body. But what she states and speaks to me about...its crazy, her way if thinking. ...and she too..waiting on Mr Right to just come along and give her everything that she CAN dream of. Her make FB friends are silent when she posts something that doesn't make sense. Won't call her on her BS like I do.. In a nice informative way, as I do. They praise her, worship the ground she walks on, in this case, agrees with everything she post. I'm not 'hating', its just..all she needs is a blonde wig and she is set.  She wants to be in a relationship, but get this... With 2 bi guys living  with them under the same roof. Or, a relationship where she isn't sleeping with,  involved with her, but she can sleep with any other man she chooses. But...

I got married..and in ALL reality, it still feels the same way to me if as if I was dating. But, on another level, it means I can't come and go as I please, do as I please. Let me explain. SHE asked me to marry her and I accepted. 3 months up to the wedding day, every so often, I would ask are you sure you want to do this. The reason..the man is suppose to be in charge..so to speak. But this man also knows how to communicate with his wife about the things he has planned, the moves he wants to make..the things that the both of them can, should be able to do together. See, I can understand that her being a woman that she has be so use to doing things for herself and by herself. All I asked her to do is believe in me..that's all..not hard to do.But, f she starts making plans to do things on her own without informing me, telling me..there is a problem. I'm not going for that..'I told you, you just don't remember it that I told you' BS. Nope, I remember everythin...

...okay, I've been to Ft Bragg..82nd AIRBORNE!! I made them walk because one of them was smoking a cigarette in the back of my truck. I was immediately disliked. So, how did I come from living in Rochester, NY..and then next..living in Charlotte, NC? Let's take a trip back... Last Summer, I met a woman online at one of those dating sites..Tagged. She agreed to meet me in Syracuse..where she was born and raised..we met at The Mall. She is living with her daughter in Charlotte, NC and she was up North paying a visit to her doctor. We met at The Mall, spent a couple of hours..yada, yada..hotel. Then decided we should both continue to see each other..see where it would lead us. She traveled between the North & South through the whole Summer. Asked me to marry her in November. What could I say? I mean, does a guy say no when asked by the woman? I said yes and I also said are you sure you want to do this with me. She said she wanted some one to take care of her. I told her I so...

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For real, its been a long time...and a LOT has changed. One being... I got married. And, with getting married the wife decided she has the decision on where WE are to live. Guess she made my mind up for me and...North Carolina it was. Charlotte to be exact. The trip, because it was a trip..packed my stuff into her SUV in Rochester...she drove from Syracuse where she has a home. ...then we went back to Syracuse for a couple of days before the drive to NC. Some where during the drive, she decided I should see my Aunt in The Bronx. I've been away from NYC for a little over a year, so I forgot some things..like RUSH HOUR traffic coming across the George Washington Bridge. Freaked her out when we sat there 2 football fields from the toll. Freaked her even more..the $15 toll. EVEN more, that set if small under passes after the toll into The Bronx. Not me though, I was HOME again  The drive from Syracuse to Charlotte, NC WAS suppose to be a 12 hour drive, left at 3am, arrive at 3pm. T...