tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post5408903010859742281..comments2023-10-25T05:30:54.507-04:00Comments on Oh Get A Grip!: I Cannot Tell A LieAshe Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390519279886657608noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-10634994619114428522018-01-19T21:51:25.296-05:002018-01-19T21:51:25.296-05:00I've never been able to lie successfully. When...I've never been able to lie successfully. When I was a kid, Mom told me that whenever I lied she could see right through me, to the truth. I believed her, and figured that everyone else had that ability also. Made for some very awkward conversations when I'd come in late from a date, and she'd start examining my clothing, to be sure I'd put it all back on correctly. Even a button or snap undone, and she'd flip out, and I'd just shrug. "Well, Mom...you know..." then I'd get grounded...again.<br /><br />But my daughter, soul of my soul, a few years ago while sitting around a campfire, laughed when she told me that she used to lie to my face all the time when she was in high school. "Honestly, Mom, you were such a sucker! You always believed me." <br /><br />I guess that because I can't lie, it never occurs to me that anyone else is doing it either. Kind of a handicap, no?Fiona McGierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13495707848048468428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-36619586441366630232018-01-14T19:50:57.307-05:002018-01-14T19:50:57.307-05:00Yeah- After I posted this, I thought about the ang...Yeah- After I posted this, I thought about the anguish I went through before asking a girl to dance. If she refused, I wouldn't have the balls to ask another all night. If the answer was 'yes', I'd try the 'grind'. <br /><br />But as I got more wise to the the ways of passion, I'd wait until the girl made the first move. Made for much less embarrassment. Daddy Xhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12927663248424944119noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-91777318141674253772018-01-13T01:28:21.726-05:002018-01-13T01:28:21.726-05:00Hi, Daddy!
I would definitely label this situatio...Hi, Daddy!<br /><br />I would definitely label this situation as "awkward"! And that was even before the Internet. It has become all the more important to get one's story straight.<br /><br />I thought you'd write about your unfortunate "frottage" experiences as a teen. That would count as awkward to my way of thinking. <br /><br />Lisabet Saraihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05162514190572269660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-72955292571020747132018-01-12T20:54:42.414-05:002018-01-12T20:54:42.414-05:00Thanks for commenting, Sacchi. It's been ten y...Thanks for commenting, Sacchi. It's been ten years for us and we're just 4 1/2 hours away. It sure is a singular spot in the world. Back now to the old grind.Daddy Xhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12927663248424944119noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-87951691105730745312018-01-11T13:49:31.514-05:002018-01-11T13:49:31.514-05:00Envying you your remote cabin in Yosemite. I think...Envying you your remote cabin in Yosemite. I think. Last time I was there wifi wasn't even a twinkle in some geek's eye (somewhere around 1968.)<br /><br />As to balls, you still have enough to write erotic fiction, and even back then the, ahem "fiction" force was strong in you.Sacchi Greenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10801164916418570059noreply@blogger.com