Look at your post, now back to mine. Now back at your post, now back to mine. Sadly, it isn't mine, but if you stopped making spelling errors and switched to proper English it could read like mine. Look down, back up; where are you? You're on a forum reading the post your post could look like. What's in your hand? Back at me, I have it, it's a reply with two references to that thing you love. Look again, the references are now diamonds. Anything is possible when your post has proper spelling and no careless typos. I'm in a chair.
... actually I wanted to update you on my life. I just get carried away sometimes.
There have been a lot of changes going on in the life of this simple Canadian. For most of a year I had been trying in vain to find a female companion, constantly foiled by my own pickiness and my distance from anything resembling a major population centre. In July, after three unsuccessful efforts that nevertheless netted me two new friends, my work paid off and I met a lady who strongly interested me. We talked online for two weeks and met in person at the zoo, then for dinner and a movie afterward. Within two more weeks we were an official couple; by now we've travelled together, met each set of parents, and are getting along famously.
At the end of this week I leave my job of five years because they don't want an employee who is going out of town to visit his girlfriend every weekend (she lives two and a half hours away). I'm moving to a new place in Calgary, going from a town of 5500 to a city of 1,000,000. I'm applying for jobs and packing. This is a big change for me, but a positive one that has been perhaps a long time coming and now has a lovely catalyst. Said lovely catalyst even promises not to get tired of me once I'm closer.
Change, here I come.
But seriously, guys, spell things properly. Chicks dig a well-typed sentence.
... actually I wanted to update you on my life. I just get carried away sometimes.
There have been a lot of changes going on in the life of this simple Canadian. For most of a year I had been trying in vain to find a female companion, constantly foiled by my own pickiness and my distance from anything resembling a major population centre. In July, after three unsuccessful efforts that nevertheless netted me two new friends, my work paid off and I met a lady who strongly interested me. We talked online for two weeks and met in person at the zoo, then for dinner and a movie afterward. Within two more weeks we were an official couple; by now we've travelled together, met each set of parents, and are getting along famously.
At the end of this week I leave my job of five years because they don't want an employee who is going out of town to visit his girlfriend every weekend (she lives two and a half hours away). I'm moving to a new place in Calgary, going from a town of 5500 to a city of 1,000,000. I'm applying for jobs and packing. This is a big change for me, but a positive one that has been perhaps a long time coming and now has a lovely catalyst. Said lovely catalyst even promises not to get tired of me once I'm closer.
Change, here I come.
But seriously, guys, spell things properly. Chicks dig a well-typed sentence.
Makin' sweet love to CMBs since 2001.
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20/10/2010 05:46:24 AM
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Well done there Nate
20/10/2010 03:00:14 PM
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Best post.... EVER! *NM*
20/10/2010 08:41:29 PM
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?sdrawkcab ,ylper siht gnitirw m'I taht wonk uoy diD
20/10/2010 10:50:59 PM
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