boatme99
Member
I know we have a few single gentleman here, wether by divorce, widoed, or personal choice.
If a man has been single a while, he may become set in his ways and even possibly develop a few annoying habits.
I'm talking about YOU guys, not meself.
So how about a round of bachelor stories? Serious, humorous, poignant, whatever you feel like sharing.
And ladies, please feel free to join in.
I'll start with one.
After a divorce, I started circulating again.
While living in a small city, I happened to meet a very nice woman. She was lovely. She was intelligent, had a good sense of humor, heck, she was even very pretty.
I finally asked her out and she said yes! Well, we went on few dates. The standard stuff. Dinners, a nice concert (St Saens), art galleries, that sort of thing.
Now, I'm something of a cook. Not a chef or anything, but a pretty good cook.
I felt that the time was right to invite her to my house for a nice dinner. After that, who knew?
I planned and prepared.
Small artichoke goat cheese tartletts. Grilled romane lettuce. Lime basted Cornish hens. Green beans amadine. Blush pears for dessert.
Everything was great! The conversation was easy, there were the small touches across the table, gentle smiles.
On to the main course. Another glass of Bordeaux.
At this point, let me tell you that Ive moved a lot in my life.
The nomadic life, while interesting and mostly fun, precludes certain things. Fine China is one.
I always manage to keep good cooking utensils, but dishware often just gets tossed, to be replaced later.
At this point, I was definitely lacking good dishware.
Anyway, there we were, halfway through the main course, when this lovely woman suddenly asks, "Why is your dog staring at me and whinging?"
Without thinking, I blurted out, "Probably because you're eating off of his dish."
Every so often I still wonder how things would have turned out if I'd had the sense to tell just one little lie.
If a man has been single a while, he may become set in his ways and even possibly develop a few annoying habits.
I'm talking about YOU guys, not meself.
So how about a round of bachelor stories? Serious, humorous, poignant, whatever you feel like sharing.
And ladies, please feel free to join in.
I'll start with one.
After a divorce, I started circulating again.
While living in a small city, I happened to meet a very nice woman. She was lovely. She was intelligent, had a good sense of humor, heck, she was even very pretty.
I finally asked her out and she said yes! Well, we went on few dates. The standard stuff. Dinners, a nice concert (St Saens), art galleries, that sort of thing.
Now, I'm something of a cook. Not a chef or anything, but a pretty good cook.
I felt that the time was right to invite her to my house for a nice dinner. After that, who knew?
I planned and prepared.
Small artichoke goat cheese tartletts. Grilled romane lettuce. Lime basted Cornish hens. Green beans amadine. Blush pears for dessert.
Everything was great! The conversation was easy, there were the small touches across the table, gentle smiles.
On to the main course. Another glass of Bordeaux.
At this point, let me tell you that Ive moved a lot in my life.
The nomadic life, while interesting and mostly fun, precludes certain things. Fine China is one.
I always manage to keep good cooking utensils, but dishware often just gets tossed, to be replaced later.
At this point, I was definitely lacking good dishware.
Anyway, there we were, halfway through the main course, when this lovely woman suddenly asks, "Why is your dog staring at me and whinging?"
Without thinking, I blurted out, "Probably because you're eating off of his dish."
Every so often I still wonder how things would have turned out if I'd had the sense to tell just one little lie.
