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Originally Posted by Chameli:

First love must be my husband...he is the best...made me forget the rest or the became  insignificant in the last 30 yrs...bygones are bygones...esp if an old friend is single...then i stay far away


Chami, there's a reason why First Love is called an X. A first love has no place in your heart ...




FM
Originally Posted by Gilbakka:
Gilbakka's favorite George Strait song, I JUST WANNA DANCE WITH YOU.
This is the second time I'm playing it on Social.


Gilbakka, the first time I heard this song was the first time you posted it.
I have it in my collection now...it is a catchy tune.


Engelbert Humperdinck has a similar song : Dance The Night Away...
FM
Last edited by Former Member
Originally Posted by IGH:
Originally Posted by Gilbakka:
Gilbakka's favorite George Strait song, I JUST WANNA DANCE WITH YOU.
This is the second time I'm playing it on Social.


Gilbakka, the first time I heard this song was the first time you posted it.
I have it in my collection now...it is a catchy tune.


Engelbert Humperdinck has a similar song : Dance The Night Away...

I can no longer dance with my Present, much less my Ex-s. Dis blasted left foot nah move fast enuff.

Seriously, George Strait is a nice guy, not only as singer but also as a person.

FM
Originally Posted by Gilbakka:


Gilbakka, the first time I heard this song was the first time you posted it.
I have it in my collection now...it is a catchy tune.


Engelbert Humperdinck has a similar song : Dance The Night Away...
I can no longer dance with my Present, much less my Ex-s. Dis blasted left foot nah move fast enuff.
Seriously, George Strait is a nice guy, not only as singer but also as a person.


LOL! Good bye to all the XXX's... Try dancing with the Present... even if it just a close up slow waltz.

FM
Last edited by Former Member

This is a true story:

 

I know two persons who attended the same HS in Guyana ... they were dating.  The guy left and went to Canada; called the girl collect at her place of employment... he never told her he was leaving for Canada.

She never heard from him after that phone call... years later I ran into him... I asked him if he was married... he said no & he will never get married.  His true love never waited ... she got married.

BTW, he knocked up a few women ....

Now would you call that First Love never dies or True Love ....

LOL!

FM

Here's a beautiful song to go with this thread. I've been playing this recently and it went over quite well if I must say so maself.

 

A few of the words are wrong. The first couple lines It's..."you've got your world, I've got mine..he says "time," doesn't go with the rest of lyrics.

A couple more somewhere in the song. They did it well otherwise.

The original was done by Judy Clay and Billy Vera.

 

Story book children

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o85elQCSpng

cain
Originally Posted by Chameli:
Originally Posted by Rev:

 

Rev

nice...i spent this evening reading some threads from July to now...

guess i missed this quote the first time

You really believe that crap from Rev?

A sweet man lying in bed 24/7 and giving the woman plenty time while she go out and work and mind him?  Love! Hmmmm.  Gimme a Rolex any day

FM

Lol

 

When I was young there was this Portuguese girl whose backyard and our backyard was separated by a trench. We would sit on our respective sides of the trench and whisper endearments when no one was looking. We had to whisper a bit loudly since the trench was a bit wide and had ducks swimming by, quacking and so on. 

 
This girl with was the most beautiful girl I ever saw, exceptionally pretty with blond hair (real ) and I even painted her picture standing in the sunset, hair blowing in the breeze.  Then I rolled it up, tied it to a brick and threw it over the trench almost hitting her on the knee.  When she jumped aside, revealing slender thighs, I almost swooned.
 
One day the family packed up and left leaving me heartbroken. They just disappeared and no one knew where they had moved too. 
Many years later, when I was in 6th form in high school, I overheard one of my friends talking about a Portuguese family with a teenage girl that was living in his neighbourhood.  
 
It was a million to one shot, but being a firm believer in fate, I took a huge leap of faith and wrote a letter of inquiry, and asked the guy to deliver it personally to the girl.
 
I received a letter from her inundated with talcum powder and lipsticked lip prints.  It was indeed my trench girl!
 
I arranged a date, and with heart palpitating, I raced up on my racing bike on the 20 mile journey to meet the fair blond hair maiden.
 
To make a long story short, I was disappointed. She had a case of acne, had grown a bit chubby, and hair had grown dark.  
 
Now, I don't know if this is considered a heartbreak, but after we chatted, I raced back home very disappointed and forlorn at the cruel joke fate had played on me.  
 
 
FM

that's a great story!

Case of puppy love, I guess

 

I had heart palpitations for this very handsome boy that I would see riding his bike from school every day. We would look at each other but that's about it. But you would get the vibe, you know? Finally, he got the courage to talk to me and I wanted to run for the hills He had this grating annoying voice and that ended the magic right there.

 

Fickle minded?

FM

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