I like your cheeks and lips. Women pay good money to have prominent cheek bones and full lips and it never looks right unless the man upstairs does the surgery.

I was just messing with ya queen. I was referring to a thread I glanced
upon a while back. luv ya queen.

Yeah Queen your hot but I think I'm too small for you.

I have met some wonderful women from across the country and canada but
the women in my area don't seem to respond to me at all. Does this
happen to any one else?

I like raddle in the saddle

This is a tough one gina. I can understand both sides of the argument.
Damn I'm no help at all. Sorry bye

Who cares who looks at a profile.

this was hillarious

sadness follows as I realize I ache too much.

Hey Morena, I've been finishing my book. Apparantly we are dating on
another thread. Good luck on your date.

Every time I see Keiraa I stare at that picture but other women on the
site catch my eye as well. I have no Idea. I guess.

I don't even know If I'm hot. Sometimes I doubt it with how little
attention I get from the ladies.

All I know is that Prince is the halftime show and I can't wait for
that.

I hope you learn to love again because your worth it, but if you need to
be pissed off at the love gods for a while you go ahead girl. I wrote a
poem for all women in your situation its in the community room under
"about my ex about her ex" but the name of the poem is FLY,BABY,FLY. If
you get a chance check it out and hang in there.

another good thing about your poem,
it made me want to write my own.

I think its great that someone inspires you so much.

no you didn't all, those words are there from now on.

FLY, BABY, FLY

broken spirit and wings,
this bird no longer sings.
forgotten are the days of intoxicating flight,
replaced with the fears of another fight.

this day was much like any other,
but this time the lightening force of his punches created thunder.
through watery eyes and rain-stained glass, she began to see.
as she molted transparent skin and grew thick feathers, she prepared to
flee.

like embracing the change of seasons, she embraced new insight.
she learned her own husband made her wings less bright.
visions of the sun on her back as she soared above the situation
gave her the perspective to no longer tolerate vicimization.

you see, this bird can't be caged; her wings are too bright.
her mind bends bars as she exercises forsight.
i know because she sings to our kids everynight.
fly,baby,fly.

Thanks guys, at least you were all classy enought to not say "creepy"
like that other dumbass.

Thank you, Michael and Sillygirl that poem is very near and dear to my
heart and I'm you got something out of it. I wrote it for anyone else
who may experience something similar.