If not online, of course, where? Some people say the grocery store. Really no lie. If not there though where is a great place to meet a woman? I not the type of guy to go to clubs, bars, or strips. My place is coffee cafes. Oh eh! But I never met a woman there. But FreeAppDating friends, where is place to meet a decent woman?

What's my luck to find that right woman here or anywhere? I already what to get off this website but there is a woman I really what to give my phone number to. But should I wait for her to give her number to me? She's great. But maybe she's talking to some another guy, you know? I am just afraid we'll message each other then I'll never hear from her again. But yeah, this is online dating. It sucks.

How the man’s senses can whirl around the mind
When a woman passes by.
The aroma of her smooth flesh will make a man
breathe in the scent of her beauty. The touch of
her hair can flirt with a man’s eyes and hypnotize him to follow their every move. Her harmonious voice will halt a man from being a fool that he will never find the right woman. For the one who is speaking to him might be the one. The smile of a woman can strike
him into the sight of first love. The zest taste of her lips as he kisses her will dissolve his every problem that rotates inside his mind.

Women are here to embrace men and take them to a different realm. Deep in a woman’s amazing galaxy there is a world called love. A man must grab her hand and she will take him. Then he will never want to go back to where he was before.

Thanks guys for everything. Take care.

I am getting tired of her kissing me and hearing her say "Do you miss me? and "Do you love me?" All the time on the phone. I know I sound like a jerk but she really says these questions all the time! She kisses me when I want to go to bed and really don't want to have sex with her sometimes. She's the woman I thought I'd be with for the rest of my life but I cant be. I can be with her for months and then...she annoys me.

Sometimes people I am a pure idiot. Thank you all.

I am about to e-mail my ex. To say hi and then to maybe if she would like go out to a cafe and talk sometime. But she really doesn't like me anymore. Isn't smart for me to email her then??? I need help.

when the great woman I want to talk to and meet one day maybe here...is in another state. I truly really hate that. Don't you guys? And for you women, when the guys you want to meet so bad. You live in, let's say Montana, you see his picture, read the profile, then BOOM, that damn state, he lives in New York. I saw a girl here, read you profile, she's a writer, like me! she lived in, I think in Wastington. I am in Texas.
All in all, everyone will find their true love soon. Hell, even if we have to fly, drive, or me, take a Greyhound Bus. Good Luck, everyone.

I was listening to Robert Plant's song, Big Log. I thought, "When I find Ms. Right, I want both of us to dance to this song."
Then in the future of course...we dance to a real song.

It was of my eighteenth year of
my greatest happiness and my greatest loss.
Her name was Alexandra and I loved her dearly.
Her smiles enchanted me. Her kisses bewitched me.
From the way her tanned-white flesh smelled of apple to the
way she held me in her arms, she was everything to me.
On my eighteenth year, we danced. She was more beautiful than anything that night. Our bodies close, our souls unbroken.
The song, already forgotten, played a melancholy
tune. She looked into my eyes and smiled.
I returned the smiled and kissed her sweet lips.
Her smiled slowly turned to sorrow and I quickly wondered why.
“I have to tell you something,” she said sadly.
She then bowed her head down. I picked up
her head with my hand and gave her a
face of uncertainty. Her eyes began to drown in
tears I quickly wiped away.
“I’m going away,” she began to cry.
I wiped the remainer of her tears and said,
“Why?”
She looked to me with forlorned eyes.
“I’m dying….”
My heart suddenly drowned into a pool of agony.
She hugged me and began to cry again. I tried
to say something but I was already crying too.
I looked to her behind her wet eyes and kissed her.
A happy song began to play yet we continued to look at
each other and cry. We then held each other and danced slow.
Our warm bodies warming both heart and soul.
We held each other so tight that night as we danced our last dance.
Now today, memories of her have marked my soul
with a blanket of happiness and a envelope of
misery. Of the woman, the angel, I lost the
night of my eighteenth year.

My Mom always said a lie grows
and grows into a big hole everytime
you do it. And I’m to the point I’ve fallen
deep inside and no one can hear me scream. I’ve
lied to much and can’t tell if my truths are also lies.
A whirlwind of false truths have taken all reality
and shattered it. And I cannot find all the
pieces to glue back together again.

I saw a man crying as he sat on a bench in the park
and asked why he was crying. He looked up at me with
blood-shot eyes and answered,
“Because I made a mistake.”
He extended his clenched-fisted hand out to me.
Opening it slowly a small picture of a woman laid in
his hand. He looked at the picture then to me.
“I loved her but,” he said pulling his
hand back to his lap.
“But what?” I said.
Tears fell from his eyes, which he brushed away.
“I never told her that I loved her.”
Very confused I said,
“I don’t understand.”
He looked at the picture and gave it a sorrowful look.
“We were friends, good friends, but I wanted
more than friendship,” he said as more tears fell from his eyes.
“Her name was Marianne. She was an incredible creature.
The way she was, the way she never let anything bring her
down. She was amazing.” His voice began to get estatic.
“She knew how I felt about her. She knew all right.”
He looked at the picture again and his
voice went gloomy again.
“But I never told her. I was afraid. Then one day she
left, no trace at all…I spent the next four years trying to
find her. She was gone.” He put the picture of the woman
into his pant pocket and looked to me. Under his
sadden face he managed a smile.
“Love is a ***** kid. If you have a woman, you better
damn tell her you love her. Because if you don’t,
she’ll disappear and you’ll end up like me.”
He stood up from the bench and tapped my shoulder.
He laughed and said,
“Love hurts kid, only if you let it.” Then he walked away.
Watching him walk away made me think. I drove home a little faster
than usual that day. When I opened the door, my wife said hello.
I answered back with a kiss.
“What was that for?” She said with a smile.
“Because I love you,” I said.

I wish all damnation to the darkest pits of hell,
so my accursed soul can see what stupidity I
have done. My heart has drowned into an ocean
of madness and is too late to save it.
The best part of my life has drifted away
because of the foolishness I chose to hide under.
Her name was Marianne and I loved her.
She did something remarkable to me.
She ignited my insensible, lonely soul and
unearthed a man within this little boy
I am. Her friendship retrieved a happiness
I thought I would never feel again. It soared
like an eagle and it felt wonderful.

It was as if she waited for me to say
something to her. To tell her that
are friendship could go a little further.
To be the one who held her hand, wipe
the tears from her eyes when she cried,
And to say,
“I love you.”
Yet I never did. The thought of telling her
terrified me. And the word “rejection” bounced
around my useless imagination like a rubber ball.

Now she is gone and I am left with only
memories of a woman who brought
a certain happiness which is now
gone without a trace.
And so I am living life as though as in hell.
For stupidity can destroy so much.

It should have the dozers. Look at yahoo.com. Fraggle Rock is one main ad tonight!

Fraggle Rock is coming back as a movie!Here's the scoop-
(The Weinstein Co. will turn the Jim Henson series "Fraggle Rock" into a live-action musical feature.
Cory Edwards, who directed the animated "Hoodwinked!" for TWC, will helm the picture and write the screenplay. The Jim Henson Co. will produce and TWC will distribute.)

-That was from the Variety ad.

Hi everyone. I've hade my stories critized up and downed. Now it's time to get my profile rated. Please me easy with me. Or hard. Shoot!

Hi everyone, I know I posts poems a bit. But I just want to show my poems and these are mine. I also want to see if a true soul mate is out there and enjoys these as everyone else does, I hope.

How the man’s senses can whirl around the mind
When a woman passes by.
The aroma of her smooth flesh will make a man
breathe in the scent of her beauty. The touch of
her hair can flirt with a man’s eyes and hypnotize
him to follow their every move. Her harmonious
voice will halt a man from being a fool that he will
never find the right woman. For the one who is speaking
to him might be the one. The smile of a woman can strike
him into the sight of first love. The zest taste of her lips as he kisses her will dissolve his every problem that rotates inside his mind.

Women are here to embrace men and take them to a different realm. Deep in a woman’s amazing galaxy there is a world called love. A man must grab her hand and she will take him. Then he will never want to go back to where he was before.

Passion bleeds from the seams
of my heart for the woman I
want to love. She stands as the
manifestation of all that is true in a
world gone mad.

She is a queen of divine beauty who
sits on top the throne of all that is pure.
I, the noble peasant, bow to
her and ask her for her hand.
I wish to take her to my world
which has crumbled away from
the sorrow that cries out for her.
Once happiness shed from my heart.
Now storms of sheer desolation and loneliness
Stomp upon my already dying heart. .
And only she can stop it. A wave of
her hand and a snap from
her fingers could destroy it all.

Sweet Queen, I go on my knees for you.
Oh how I need you so.

It’s time to forget her.
But not what she did for me.
She was my stepping stone for my
Writing and I must not ever forget that.
She was my future and only wished
She was with me to hold my hand and
Be my side. Only if I did what I wished
I did. Only stupidity was my best friend.
Now I live with only the mistake and the
question mark. I must live without thinking of
What I did wrong but what I can do now. She was
The woman who made me write the most beautiful of words.
And her memory of what she did to me will never leave me.

Thanks everyone for your advice.