
04-02-2008, 01:45 PM
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Before I read any answers I wish to eat crow.....It will be a very big mouthful....I did not mean to sound like an arrogant as* but I did...I meant to say that women take too much from men...There are too many of us around and they can do this...But so goes life.
Now for me...I forgot that years ago that a man that I had dated for 8 days in a row and was in heat about stood me up.....This was to be our last date before he went back to San Francisco to ship out...I waited and he did not show...He was the only man who has ever done this...To say I was heartbroken would be mild...To say that I was sick is still closer but truly not what I felt....I was devastated...Two weeks later my sailor wrote me...Maybe it was one week I can't recall...In the letter was his picture telling me to put it outside a mouse hole for catching mice or was it throw daggers at it I can't recall...He said if you want to you can write me...I thought of it all of 5 minutes and wrote him....That was the end of December....I loved him and he loved me but I had to be sure...So in September I got a private room on a train and went 2500 miles to see what my feelings were...I had been dating both the Intern and Joe and had to be sure....Seeing him I was sure...He had us in adjoining rooms at a hotel.....I recall the name was the Lankershim.....No longer there still but in my heart....I spent five days with him and then he saw me off at the train.....I wore his class ring until February when he came home and on Valentine's Day I got my diamond.....That November was our wedding...I knew and saw him all of 47 days before we got married....Oh and that night he stood me up he went to a party.....There he proceeded to pork any woman that would stand for it, sit for it or die for it.....That he was not getting from me.....
If I had not given him another chance, I would not be who I am.....I would not be able to look at three children who are both of us.....The perfection of our love.......And worst of all the wonderful song "I left my heart in San Francisco" would not have been written......For the writer was at the station watching two people cry in each other's arms as I boarded that train......And I still love him with all my heart and soul......Please forgive my answer.....Give him a chance...
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