<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109548</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:03:46.941Z</updated><title type='text'>Slava Isys This (Ongoing as of 28 August 2005)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony7600g10.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109548/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony7600g10.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696426942238688297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109548.post-112317087422176888</id><published>2005-08-04T15:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-05T12:23:21.106Z</updated><title type='text'>Slava Isys This (Ongoing)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;4 August 1005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Life never ceases to amaze me. Here I am some funky 46 year old guy, and things somehow get even better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now I usually try to be friendly to people in stores, as they have a hard enough job with customers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So then there is Nancy. Nancy has just turned 21 years old. Nice lady, who a month ago told me that guys are intimidated and afraid of her because of her looks. Anyway, she is always nice, and very helpful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So a few days ago, I go into the shop, and I ask her, jokingly, what she is cooking me for dinner. She said that she would cook, and to come over. "Huh"? I can't believe this, and she says, "no, I really would like to have you, and would enjoy your company".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So, I bring a few things, and we go to her trailer. Nice place, another lady room mate, who just happened not to be home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;She knows me a bit from chatting with her, so she says she is going to put on her "little skirt". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Okay, so then I take the web page pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We discuss our age differences. She doesn't say that I am too old for her, and I don't say that she is young. So we have a nice dinner, and laugh a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Last night she comes over with some cherries, grapes and Coke. We sit up giggling until 11 PM. It looks like we shall have dinner tomorrow night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Very strange how I made a nice date friend, and we will see how things go. I mean, the girl listens to Top 40 radio, and is into a few different things, however, we just seem to like some of the same things, and again, see what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;A year ago I am happy, and then today, whole different situation, and still happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But the moral is, be friendly to clerks, cashiers, and waitresses. They are people, and most of the times, fascinating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;They could be nice to you, even if you are a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ukie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;24 August 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of yesterday I am legally free of Kathy. It takes 90 days in Washington State, and it is over. She still continues to ‘try’ though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy and I though, sad to say to some, continue to get along rather well. She has a respect for Sabbath, and we seriously enjoy one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I got her a Whitman’s Sampler. Well, the same night, she got me the same thing, the same Sampler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two great minds? Perhaps. But I know that she is just great. And I don’t have a ‘great mind’, just the one that I do have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So time will tell. I am really not that hard to get along with. Nancy does not ‘rag’ at me for stupid things, and she does what she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morals with a nice personality. Now that is a rare combo. Proves she ain’t a Ukie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;28 August 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy still continues to be a nice lady, and we are still getting along quite well in everything. I sit back and wonder, honestly, just what the fuck she could see in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know that we shan’t be married due to age difference. I am 46, she 21. She wants no children until her mid thirties. That would make me about 61. Since my parents both never made the age of 61, that would be futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we still continue to live and enjoy our ‘today’. And for all you dirty minds, we still haven’t done the horizontal dance together. We both want to, that is obvious, but I actually respect this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the ladies I have met in life, this one has an inner beauty that matches her outer looks. Life can be filled with ironic humour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sony7600g.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to the vestibule&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109548-112317087422176888?l=sony7600g10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109548/posts/default/112317087422176888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109548/posts/default/112317087422176888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony7600g10.blogspot.com/index.html#112317087422176888' title='Slava Isys This (Ongoing)'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696426942238688297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
