as you may or may not know from previous posts, I have never married and have no two footers. Never terribly domestic, I wasn’t very maternal either, so it didn’t really matter to me that I had no kids. Whenever I held someone’s baby, they would always squirm as if, EEEWWWWw, and the feeling was mutual. My favorite niece was the only one who didn’t… I indoctrinated her into horses at an early age, and she did much better than I ever did, because she had pony club. Anyway, I am rambling but when I started hanging at the barn at about 27, there were no men! worse than church!
Didn’t become a christian till my mid 30s and that truly put the kibosh on dating. I was, erm, pretty cheap during my 20s, but haven’t even had a date, no really, in nearly 30 years. I do know how things work, and I will be working hard not to touch as touch can be really sensual. I am afraid I will collapse like a cheap suit. Can we go back to Jane Austin? I don’t even know what all to do and how to keep a respectful distance, and yet not be… well, you get the idea. This is where Dale has been invaluable. I don’t know how men think and he is advising me over this stuff.
This guy (mystery man) was apparently raised in Czech republic, and moved back here in 2005. (born here,)
The horse in my avatar, is Dr. Pepper. I had her for 29 years. She was never sick or sorry, and I loved her to pieces. She is buried at my friends place.out where she lived. That photo is a fav, as the friends on our horses are out in the front pasture, at a clinic with deb Booker, a legend here in the midwest back then. I call this my Black Beauty shot as the friends are out in the meadow.
