who was this?

The only woman of power I ever dated held a gun on me after the good night kiss at the front door. This was in college, and she rode a motorcycle (kinda rare in those days). She had had enough of me being a gentleman.

I finally convinced her that the gun was making me nervous enough that there was going to be a performance problem if she expected me to follow thru.

12 hours later, I emerged back into the freedom of a bright sunlit day, and burned rubber (bad pun) getting out of there.

Saw her some years later walking down the street in Bezerkeley, walking some guy on a leash. Yes, he was wearing a studded dog collar.

And you guys thought you'd seen it all. This was back in the 70's.........

This was cross posted from another thread running at the moment....


Yes, I literally dodged the bullet on this one!

You win.

Years ago I hooked up with a woman who was a friend of a friend's girlfriend. First met her at a party, and she had a smoking bod, and a great smile. Within a week of starting to date she turned into a total beech, but the sex was incredible, and she had that smokin bod so I put up with it for another six weeks. In that time she got fired from two jobs as cashiers because she was such a beech.

After I dumped her she started calling all the time, but eventually she got tired of me hanging up on her, and gave up. I still run into her from time to time working at some new job as a cashier at some book store, coffee shop, grocery store, etc. Every time I see her I leave without buying what I was going to buy. I don't want her to know I exist any more. My wife wouldn't appreciate it if she started calling.

Dodged!

Gawd, I lead a boring life...past romantic relationships are just that, past relationships. Either she or I would break it off, we'd wish each other well, (well, at least I wished them well) then ride off into separate sunsets...no real regrets on my part, but also no looking back. Is something wrong with me? Do I need to see a shrink? If so, donations for the first hour accepted.... Hell, for all I know, my exes could be worth millions, or on welfare, be fat or skinny, beautiful or ugly, in jail, or dead...we never kept in touch. I kind of think my bride of 30 years prefers it that way...;)