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We broke up the night before.
ouch Satan that bites. what would you have liked
It was my idea.
Anyway, the point is to help you out. Everything depends on the guy, his preferences and of course ...your budget.
I sowed for a year and married at 18; but at 40, I began to wonder if I should have sowed a bit more:party:
What is your guys hobby. Let's see: Over many years I bought my husband imported coffees and cigarettes,out of print and first edition books, a ham radio, wood working tools, subscriptions to playboy and a blow up doll we called Bambi...I think Bambi was his favorite:lol:
Well, at least your lover couldn't complain that they spent alot of money on you and you dumped them afterwards. I always found that my boyfriends wanted to start a relationship in the summer and break it off shortly before gift-giving season...did I mention all the men I dated were cheap or broke:incazzato:
Hmm... let me think, what is it all young men want:ihih:?
I always liked presents that took a bit of effort or creativity. I would rather have a wonky hand knitted scarf than the most expensive silk cravat. Or a home cooked dinner, rather than a meal at a fancy eatery.
My favourite gift from the wife was a book mark, embroidered with a picture of the sheep dogs and me shouting "LIE DOWN" at them. It is personal and relevent and I use it every day.
The gift is really the time and effort and the thought, not the "thing" itself.
That is so nice. I usually find things the wife made for her husband in the last drawer with broken watches and transistors; you are one of a kind!
Do fellows ever just tell their girlfriends and wives what they want; my husband had a constant list...I also always ask for a list at Christmas
What would you like to do, if you had spare time? I, personally want some super loud, powerful lawn equipment!
Oh god no. I'd been sowing like a Cornish market gardener since my teens, but I think 30 is the peak of maleness - by that age, if we are ever going to be grown up, we are by then; it is when we are at the peak of physical strength - take a look at weightlifters, boxers and strength sports, they are dominated by 30-ish blokes. Sexually, at an absolute peak, and if you've trained properly, you have no gaps in your knowledge and can go all night, every night, and most of the day inbetween!
Something small and personal, made, not bought.
A plain cardboard card with a pressed petal and a love note from you.
That's good too!
Time to go to the pub with his mates!
:lol:
Never. I don't buy gifts for non-children.
I did hand-carve Mrs Atheist a heart with a poem once.
Yeah, lanmowers!
I love mowers - I used to mow lawns for a living, which is why I was so damned fit at 30.
:D
I have a mower that turns rainforest into lawn in three months.
Anything bigger'n 12" in diameter, you still need a chainsaw, but gorse, shrubs, trees under a foot thick, fenceposts, dogs, sheep, branches, telephone poles, the mighty Victa just mulches them up. Stephen King eat your heart out!
I used to play rugby with a bloke who was in his fifties. He was a window cleaner, lugging his ladders around the town every day. Mind you, he did often give you a hospital pass on the pitch. Great bloke though.
Get yourself one of these, Sounds. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0uPxS3_YFUY
Plus a Ghetto-blaster (are they still called that?) for the macho soundtrack.
They were demolishing a mill in town, and I had my eye on a stone gate post they had pulled up. I went to see the forman and asked if I could have it.
He thought he'd be funny and said I could have it if I could lift it.
I said, I can't, but I know a man who can. So we agreed If I could find a man to lift it I could have it for a fiver.
I went to get Jeff, a labourer who was working near by, he was a small bandy legged man in his early sixties. I had seen Jeff pick up a large motor bike and throw it over a 5 ft wall, followed by its rider- road rage jeff style
Its always good to watch an expert at work, He circled the post, looking at it from all angles (it was bigger than he was) and stretching his arms and back. The demolition crew came to watch, the forman thought it was a wind-up and kept saying "give over, ee'll never do it".
He stood astride the narrow end, bent down, took a firm grip and straightened up, then made a smooth transition from lifting to pushing untill in one swift movement the stone was upright. Then he gripped it in a bear hug, and lifted it a couple of inches off the ground. Everyone was gobsmacked. I'll admit so was I.
I backed up my landy and got four of the lads to help load it - we struggled - gave the foreman a fiver, and jeff a tenner and drove off.
The last I heard of Jeff, he'd been to the Phillipines and got himself a much younger bride.
Now that's a mower!
Plus you are shielded from all the snake and gator guts and hide you'll be shredding up!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GvTQW...eature=related
Great yarn Prendrelemick !!
"Gobsmacked" ? - I'll have to remember that one.
Gilliatt
I think women are best looking at 15-18; oddly enough, our sexual peak hits us at 45...does't seem quite fair, does it:(
Does Mrs Atheist buy her own presents? I actually sometimes prefered buying my own gifts: the first Mr Sounds always went to the 50% off table: I became the proud possessor of a negligee with cigarette burns and a rabbit with an inner ear disorder: he hopped two or three times before rolling on his back:svengo: The 2nd Mr Sounds always bought practical things; but ladies always buy themselves practical things, I wanted things I would be to guilty to buy for myself!
I had been keeping rechargable electric mowers and weedwackers; but they just don't have the power of gas. Though, it is sometimes difficult to get the pull rope gas models started:rage:
That is just beautiful:drool5: I do sometimes have a little trouble steering; I wonder if my neighbor would notice if I ran over his 8 foot fence and the pack of roosters behind them. He's been a bit edgy since one of my tree branches took out half of his house:smash::yikes:
I've noticed that alot of those strong old fellows have young women; but I can't decide if they have young women because they are strong or they are strong because they have young women:confused5:
I wonder if he diminished after marriage! A younger bride can sap a man's strengh, so I hear.
There are loads of Jeff stories, he was a local legend.
Sounds good to me.
Rhonda's got 5 years to go, so it's something to look forward to!
We just don't do presents.
:lol:
Love yokel stories.
We keep ours out in the western suburbs of Auckland. I have a strange friendship with one of them. He's 5'6" and probably weighs 60kg soaking wet.
Some years ago, three bikies decided to give him a beating - three big, hairy, tough guys.
He beat the living crap out of them. It's one of those stories that just about everyone in West Auckland grows up with it as a metaphor for misjudging your opponent.
Yeah, I used to find that all-nighters have the effect of keeping you awake no problem the next day.
You're a brave man:cold: Hopefully, 55 won't do to you what it has done to me...It's like gravity hit all at once. I'm actually taking naps midday:frown2:
The first Mr Sounds always "went all out" at Christmas; it took us 2 months to recap our losses. I was rather disappointed 2 years after our marriage, when he decided to join a church that didn't do holidays...
There was the benefit that my mother-in-law stayed mad at us for the next 2 years.
Ah yes, the all nighters just made you look foward to the morning:ihih:
"Send for Jeff" or "This is a real Jeff job," was our mantra whenever we came across a tough job. They just don't make 'em like that anymore.
Unfortunately, with dodgy hips, sore knees and stiff backs, once you hit 50 the "dance of love" becomes more about practicality than eroticism.
Well, there is an easy cure for all those problems - marry a much younger gymnast.
:lol:
Ever wonder why a therapist is The Rapist?
We have had a huge number of therapists here who have been convicted of sexual assault against their patients.
One marvellous case was a bloke who was the top sports psychologist in the country.
At the same time that he was telling the world's number one rugby team how to think, he was bonking several of his female clients.
Probably not so funny for them...
I wonder if he told them it was customary to lay down on his couch and undress when they came to his office:skep: I really think mental health professionals should get huge jail sentences for that type of behavior; even if the relationship appears to be consensual, the person has more influence over the patient than a parent might:mad:
I know the case quite well, because a close friend of the mother-in-law was one of the complainants.
His technique was to take a few sessions to identify some problems, then explain how it was all due to sexual frustration and inadequacy, and would you believe it, this bloke had the cure!
Oh, the irony of it all - we talk about therapists doing their patients, and what does Google Adsense splash all over the page?
Ads for psycholgists, of course!
Hey SoundofMusic... I don't know why but I thought you were a female. I think it was your screen name. Though your avy should've directed me to the right direction... but I guess it happens on litnet all the time. After all, many people have thought me to be a female too. lol :D
:lol: I thought your were a female, also...I guess the baby pic. Actually, I'm a 55 year old woman, a widow with a 35 year old daughter.( I'm a fan of the fellow in the avatar.) I thought everyone knew I was an old lady:goof:
Oh, is it the Blokes thread...I hang around because these guys are some of the coolest people on litnet and the discussions are great here; they've been kind enough to make me an honorary bloke.
Hey Atheist, Where are all the blokes on the blokes page? :confused5:
Gilliatt checking in.
I was just now opening up Litnet and saw your message Sounds.
My excuse - the past two weeks I have been out of town on business Monday through Friday and I have to do it again this week. Hopefully next week will be the last.
Speaking of Scotch, has anyone heard form our long lost friend Jocky?
G
Unquestionably shoulder to the grindstone!
We are carrying out what is referred to as a "punchlist" in the building construction industry. It is essentially a list of all the corrections, touch ups and incomplete items that the contractor needs to complete before the building owner takes occupancy.
However, I shouldn't complain; the workload back at the office is looking grim.
Gilliatt