alitomcat wrote:My experience was just the opposite....
My husband choose mid-week to tell me he didn't want to be married anymore....then had the balls to ask me to continue to have a great time with him the rest of the week. (which we did)
Your experience has it's merits-mine does not. I still managed to have an awesome experience at BM dispite my husbands aweful timing.
alitomcat wrote:"Life is not measured by the breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away..."
You mean this in the good way, right?
regynalonglank wrote:Ode to my Playa Bike
How do I love thee, O rusty rattletrap
Thou seat dost falleth off at the barest touch of ass
Thou handle bars do proudly bear both mirror, bell and basket
Within which hoodwinks dwell and gifts bestowed un-ask-ed
Your milk crate appendage disintegrates in time
Leaving only duct tape and a bit of twine
Riding like a kid again hither abandon yon
Over past the mighty man to the temple's dusty lawn
Creating shadows in the dust
Brakes that shiver
Chains that rust
Steadily you roll me on
Free to greet another dawn
Out and safely home again daily I do go
Joining into the parade of sassy schwanky clothes
On my playa bike I glide, happily I glitter
Watch me flit, watch me fly
Just don't leave no litter!
LOL! ... I once wrote one called 'Ode to my Neighbor's Dog.'
rubyredalys wrote:why would someone want intrest in a younger gal anyway?
Their young, taut, nubile flesh? I dunno, just guessing.
Alpha wrote:Uh, yeah... those older men NEVER like younger women.
And what he/she said.
wovenone wrote:it makes me nervous. like, what if he doesn't write back? while his info was tacked up beside my computer it was like having money in the bank. now i feel like i've maxed my credit card and there's nothing left to fall back on later.
This is almost too much to think about. I know about these credit/debt feelings. I have felt them, I say.
wovenone wrote:but apparently there's a rumor going around that one regrets what one fails to do more than the times one acts on inspirations.. :?
I seeeeee. So. Always max out your credit cards. Damn, it is so true but that interest can eat you alive. 'Introductory rate' my ass.
e_v wrote:it was the return to the real world that was brutal, once my playa love affair came to an (expected, but nonetheless melancholy) end, and i was forced to finally accept my newly loveless state in a city that had never felt so soulless. *e
Sonovbitch city ... soulless bastards cutting me off without their blinker ... loveless idiots driving slow in the fast lane---CELL PHONES, CELL PHONES, CELL PHONES.
Uh, but to each their own.
e_v wrote: i say do whatever you can to extend playa love into the rest of your life! take risks! do crazy things you would never otherwise do! it it's one lesson that i learned this year, it's holding back what you really feel that ends up hurting you the most! make you're feelings known before it's too late! what've you got to lose compared to what you could gain?
well, they say hindsight is always 20-20...
wishing all of you lovesick lonelies the best of luck!
?uestion wrote:In reading this thread though one thing strikes me. It seems the higher you go, the harder you hit the ground. But being earthbound, I'd rather take my chances with the landing than never get to freefall.
nostratomas wrote:Playa Love
all that remains
is our memory
in the Playa Dust
Hey! Kansas has a song like this! ... actually, I guess it's a little different.
>Don't hang on,
Nothing last forever but the earth and sky
It slips away,
And all your money won't another minute buy
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind<
I think I like yours better, Tomas.
M Joe Boss wrote:hell it has been the toughest decompression I have ever endured. I found playa LOVE that was unfit for off playa consumption.
Reminds me of a story ... as the week wore on and I wasn't eating anything hot, or anything made of meat for that matter, I got a tremendous craving for a cheeseburger. So, the second I could after getting on the road I had some kind of barbecue sandwich at a gas station. It wasn't bad actually. BUT early the next morning when I rolled into town I pulled up to a Carl's Jr. I ordered one of those six-dollar burgers they sell for $3.99, y'know? Scarfed that thing down, went home, unloaded the camping gear and then vomited. End of story.
regynalonglank wrote:maybe now i won't need someone else to tell me i'm a goddess...maybe i'm starting to just feel like one. that would be pretty cool. dang. then what am i going to do!
Just walk straight and tall, like you're balancing a book ... and don't get one of those big goddess heads.
mowgli wrote:I think Playa love is a good lesson for us all. Especially if it cant be continued in babylon. Its good to get hurt and get over it stronger than we were before.
I have constantly wondered about this in the past: is it really worth it? Am I really stronger from the experience or are my walls just that much higher? Maybe I'm too close to the subject to see clearly but I'm not positive I've learned from my experiences. Wait a second, that's bs. It only took asking two women if they were pregnant when they weren't to learn me to just never ask that stupid-ass question.
... perhaps there is hope for me.
mowgli wrote:Learning not to clig to that single good feeling but rather to float from one to another without attachment. Understand the beauty of those holy moments. Not to possess but rather to experience
Hey, with this kind of attitude a person could get popular.
mowgli wrote:Its healthy!! and wonderful
Ohhhh, shuddup. ;~)
mowgli wrote:Not sex.
You lost me after 'not'.
mowgli wrote:Just love, the savoring of and the joy that can arise from a single perfect moment.
Like-like-like that first shower after a week in the desert?