Past Romantic Relationships. Discuss.
Oddly enough, I am not hornier since I've lost weight, but I think that's because my feet appear to be leading me toward the Land of Menopausal Women. I have absolutely no physical interest in sex, although my mind is still certainly interested. I probably need to start taking some sort of herbal supplement.
I always had gay men friends, in fact, in the 70s we all used to go dancing at the gay clubs in the Castro and I was the only woman warmly welcomed in. Unfortunately, all my gay men friends have passed away from AIDS over the years.
What was it Roseanne Barr said in one of her routines? "If it wasn't for gay men, fat women would never get asked to dance." 
Romantically, my life is bupkus! I haven't exactly made myself available, though. Perhaps its time to stick a toe in the dating pool. Good advice!
Kix
WHY would we bring up these memories??
You got me, girlfriend! Is there some sort of weird static electricity in the Colorado air lately?
We had a huge cloudburst this evening. It POURED and hailed for about 15 minutes, and I watched the water zoom down the hill and fill up the neighbor's yard. What's that old chesnut? We need the moisture.
I mentioned to my sister that you were attending Obama's speech thanks to a friend's generosity, and she said, "I didn't think there were any Democrats in El Paso County." 
I guess that makes you a priceless artifact!
Kix
you are just to damn funny.
I dont know about you but the older i get the more i reflect on my past the friends and loves ive had the things i did or didnt do.
Also with this surgery i think back to what my life would have been like if i had done it sooner.
My very 1st boyfriend was gourgeus(as most gay guys are) and we were 14-15 and i knew he was to pretty and dressed to nice it wasnt til years later he was married and had kids he was caught leading a double life..
It was sad his wife had no clue.
My first love was my oldest sons dad(i still love him he is the father of my son).but his family had issues with my weight and our mothers tore us apart..damn
But if they wouldnt have i wouldnt have my Neil and he took me at 300 pds and loves me unconditionally....
Neil is the best and he spoils me rotten ,he is my knight in shining armour...
But everyonce in awhile i think of the others and wonder where i would be right now and realize dumbass you have it made.....
I watch my 16yr old son and his girlfriend and remember what young love is its so sweet they are playful and huggy and it makes me wonna cry and i tell neil can we fall in love again and he huggs me and says ive never fallen out of love,,omg im loved..
Kix have you talkin to your ex in awhile maybe he is needing his friend and thats why he is in your dreams...just a thought..
I have had 4 major loves in my life:
My first true Love was 19 and I was 13. We were next door neighbors, and we cared a lot for each other and wanted very much to be together, but his Sister and my Mother put an end to any ideas we had about that. Nothing inappropriate ever happened between us. We had a kind of "Soul Mate" thing going on.We have remained friends during all this time, and it just seems like we have horrible timing. We tried to get together in 1992, during that time he was seperated from his wife, but he had a 2 yr old daughter and wanted to try and make his marriage work for her sake. I accepted that.
2 months after he divorced his wife I married my husband. It's like that song by Reba, "You came along one promise too late". We are still emotionally involved, through the computer and now and then a phone call. My husband knows we are "friends" and he is ok with it. I dream about S. almost every night, I guess cause he's on my mind and in my prayers. I wonder what might have been if everyone would have just left us alone and let us be together (with supervision). Would it have kept him from a Divorce and me from several bad relationships and a rocky marriage?
My FIRST um, Lover, was more of puppy love, you know with all that high school drama, etc. I don't know if I was ever in love with him or just infactuated. We dated about a year. I was 16. I dream of him once or twice a year. We exchanged profiles on MySpace but we don't keep in touch.
Number 2 Love was my high school/college boyfriend and much more serious. We were engaged to be married when I found out he was cheating on me with one of my best friends. I dream about him a bit more. It was a turbulent time in my life and I was very heart broken. It took me about 3-4 years to get over it.
Number 3 Love was my obsession. We dated/lived together off and on for four years. He was a "BAD" boy and I was the naive college girl. This relationship went on and off thru 2 states and many leavings and coming backs and leaving agains. Finally I got smart and left for the last time. I learned a lot about men and a lot about myself during this time. I figured out what I didn't want in a husband...or so I thought. I was 24 when I left this relationship.
Number 4 LOVE is now my Husband. We've been together through 5 rocky years but we keep working at it. My husband is a version of Love #3 at age 53. The 'bad' boy who just needs someone to love and understand him. How wrong I was, LOL! But low and behold he does love me and accepts me and takes good care of me even during the rockiest of times. We don't have that mushy hearts and flowers kind of love that I thought marriage was supposed to be like. What we have is more like a worn pair of jeans with a few holes here and there, but so soft and comfortable and fits so well you wouldn't ever throw them out. I very often dream of my husband as a younger man, what he would have been like in his 20's. (We have an 18 yr age difference) I wonder what it would have been like to have met him in his 20's and me be in my 20's....
And mopey chick music or any kind of music takes me back to whatever time of life it was when the music was popular.
P.S. I had a crush on one of my male friends in high school, we hung out a lot together, even hugged and snuggled and held hands but never kissed...he was a great dresser, always smelled good and looked good, and had great taste in music, art and literature...DUH...he came out his senior year as gay. I was the first person he told. We are still friends.
