You have been the one,

You have been the one for me................

SORRY, all!

But that James Blunt song really did it for me and I was just wondering how many more of us have stories to tell TO OUR tv MATES?

I'm not starting! Somebody else has to- but LOVE has many stories to tell.....

One, two, go..............

You have been the one,

You have been the one for me................

SORRY, all!

But that James Blunt song really did it for me and I was just wondering how many more of us have stories to tell TO OUR tv MATES?

I'm not starting! Somebody else has to- but LOVE has many stories to tell.....

One, two, go..............

Sentimental

Yeh right. Maybe after about 20 others post their stories first.

Oops, didn't notice this was on the Ladies forum. Perhaps not.

Make me feel like a beggar

Make me feel like a thief

Make me feel like a battle, that cannot end in peace

Make me feel like running, as if I've lost my nerve

Make me feel like crying, tears I don't deserve

Please bleed

So I know that you are real

So I know that you can feel

The damage that you've done

Who have I become

To myself I am numb, I am numb, I am numb

Is this really living

Sometimes it's hard to tell

Or is this a kind of gentler hel_l

Turn out the lights

And let me stare into your soul

I was born and bled for you old

Please bleed

So I know that you are real

So I know that you can feel

The damage that you've done

Who have I become

To myself I am numb, I am numb, I am numb

Never said thank you

Never said please

Never gave reason to believe

So as it stands I remain on my knees

Good lovers make great enemies

Please bleed

So I know that you are real

So I know that you can feel

The damage that you've done

Who have I become

To myself I am numb, I am numb, I am numb

You have been the one,

You have been the one for me................

SORRY, all!

But that James Blunt song really did it for me and I was just wondering how many more of us have stories to tell TO OUR tv MATES?

I'm not starting! Somebody else has to- but LOVE has many stories to tell.....

One, two, go..............

We hurt the ones we love the most, it's a subtle form of complement.

What are you looking for, exactly?

Look at the post time thaibebop. Methinks Khall had a few too many drinks and a bit too much time on her hands at the time

Look at the post time thaibebop. Methinks Khall had a few too many drinks and a bit too much time on her hands at the time

I didn't want to be the one to bring that up.

Trying to help her save face ya know.

Excuuuuuuuuuuse me Thaibebop – you gossip you!

I started this thread after receiving an SMS – out of the blue- from a past lover, the most intense love affair of my life. He does that from time to time, maybe so I won’t forget.

We first met 12 years ago. I was 29, he was 24. I’d never known anything like it. We were instantly drawn to each other. The world stopped spinning the moment I met him. It was so beautiful yet torturous as he was already married. He came and went from my life for many years, his marriage ended, we became lovers again and then he disappeared. The times we spent together were so ecstatically blissful, so perfect. And then he was gone.

Four years later, while I was preparing to move to Thailand, he tracked me down. Shock, horror he wanted to see me. I couldn’t say no. But I did give him an almighty earful. To this day, he still writes occasionally and sends me SMS messages just to remind me he is still on the planet. I guess he has grown now enough to realize how special I am. He confessed in an email that he loved me and always had but, of course for me now, it’s too late. I’ve moved on - but I still can’t help thinking about him from time to time.

So I started the thread while wondering how many others have a similar love story that they will never forget…..

After being down here on a lovely island for over 4 months now with no TV, I have just finished watching the entire Sex and the City series! I gotta tell ya, this is Carrie and Big!

I always thought Big was a prick (having only caught episodes of SATC every now and then when I had the chance) but after watching it in its entirity, over a month, I now realise that Big WAS 'the one' for her.

He was unsure of his feelings for her, he came and went. He rocked her world and used to pop up every time she was happy and he would stuff things up for her. She never forgot him and all of her subsequent lovers were compared to Big.

Then, he finally manages to tell her that he does, in fact, really love her and always has. Of course she goes back to him and lives happily ever after.

Ahhhhh....Carrie and Big is a love story with LOTS of heart ache but a happy ending (in the world of TV anyway).

Edited February 11, 200620 yr by donna

Thanks Donna. I wish I had Carrie's wardrobe and shoe collection. There is a similarity there now that you mention it. Gee we even have similar names and we both do the same job. Scary!

THE SUBLIME - BEST BAND TO EVER COME OUTA CANADA!!!

A thread on the Ladies in Thailand about that appalling and embarrassing crooner James Blunt, how hilariously predictable!

A thread on the Ladies in Thailand about that appalling and embarrassing crooner James Blunt, how hilariously predictable!

The thread is about love stories......

Excuuuuuuuuuuse me Thaibebop – you gossip you!

I started this thread after receiving an SMS – out of the blue- from a past lover, the most intense love affair of my life. He does that from time to time, maybe so I won’t forget.

We first met 12 years ago. I was 29, he was 24. I’d never known anything like it. We were instantly drawn to each other. The world stopped spinning the moment I met him. It was so beautiful yet torturous as he was already married. He came and went from my life for many years, his marriage ended, we became lovers again and then he disappeared. The times we spent together were so ecstatically blissful, so perfect. And then he was gone.

Four years later, while I was preparing to move to Thailand, he tracked me down. Shock, horror he wanted to see me. I couldn’t say no. But I did give him an almighty earful. To this day, he still writes occasionally and sends me SMS messages just to remind me he is still on the planet. I guess he has grown now enough to realize how special I am. He confessed in an email that he loved me and always had but, of course for me now, it’s too late. I’ve moved on - but I still can’t help thinking about him from time to time.

So I started the thread while wondering how many others have a similar love story that they will never forget…..

Oh okay,

Can't help you here dear, so I will spectate on this one.

Doobie Brothers-Sentimental Fool

Excuuuuuuuuuuse me Thaibebop – you gossip you!

I started this thread after receiving an SMS – out of the blue- from a past lover, the most intense love affair of my life. He does that from time to time, maybe so I won’t forget.

We first met 12 years ago. I was 29, he was 24. I’d never known anything like it. We were instantly drawn to each other. The world stopped spinning the moment I met him. It was so beautiful yet torturous as he was already married. He came and went from my life for many years, his marriage ended, we became lovers again and then he disappeared. The times we spent together were so ecstatically blissful, so perfect. And then he was gone.

Four years later, while I was preparing to move to Thailand, he tracked me down. Shock, horror he wanted to see me. I couldn’t say no. But I did give him an almighty earful. To this day, he still writes occasionally and sends me SMS messages just to remind me he is still on the planet. I guess he has grown now enough to realize how special I am. He confessed in an email that he loved me and always had but, of course for me now, it’s too late. I’ve moved on - but I still can’t help thinking about him from time to time.

So I started the thread while wondering how many others have a similar love story that they will never forget…..

Oh okay,

Can't help you here dear, so I will spectate on this one.

TBB - are you saying that you are married to the greatest love of your life? How beautiful!!!!

Excuuuuuuuuuuse me Thaibebop – you gossip you!

I started this thread after receiving an SMS – out of the blue- from a past lover, the most intense love affair of my life. He does that from time to time, maybe so I won’t forget.

We first met 12 years ago. I was 29, he was 24. I’d never known anything like it. We were instantly drawn to each other. The world stopped spinning the moment I met him. It was so beautiful yet torturous as he was already married. He came and went from my life for many years, his marriage ended, we became lovers again and then he disappeared. The times we spent together were so ecstatically blissful, so perfect. And then he was gone.

Four years later, while I was preparing to move to Thailand, he tracked me down. Shock, horror he wanted to see me. I couldn’t say no. But I did give him an almighty earful. To this day, he still writes occasionally and sends me SMS messages just to remind me he is still on the planet. I guess he has grown now enough to realize how special I am. He confessed in an email that he loved me and always had but, of course for me now, it’s too late. I’ve moved on - but I still can’t help thinking about him from time to time.

So I started the thread while wondering how many others have a similar love story that they will never forget…..

Oh okay,

Can't help you here dear, so I will spectate on this one.

TBB - are you saying that you are married to the greatest love of your life? How beautiful!!!!

Yes. The girls that came before my wife I wouldn't piss on to put out, if ya know what I mean.

All joking aside, yes I am. I never loved anyone until my wife, then she gave me my daughter which just made me love her more. So, now I have two people I love. Even when it gets hard, life is still good.

Excuuuuuuuuuuse me Thaibebop – you gossip you!

I started this thread after receiving an SMS – out of the blue- from a past lover, the most intense love affair of my life. He does that from time to time, maybe so I won’t forget.

We first met 12 years ago. I was 29, he was 24. I’d never known anything like it. We were instantly drawn to each other. The world stopped spinning the moment I met him. It was so beautiful yet torturous as he was already married. He came and went from my life for many years, his marriage ended, we became lovers again and then he disappeared. The times we spent together were so ecstatically blissful, so perfect. And then he was gone.

Four years later, while I was preparing to move to Thailand, he tracked me down. Shock, horror he wanted to see me. I couldn’t say no. But I did give him an almighty earful. To this day, he still writes occasionally and sends me SMS messages just to remind me he is still on the planet. I guess he has grown now enough to realize how special I am. He confessed in an email that he loved me and always had but, of course for me now, it’s too late. I’ve moved on - but I still can’t help thinking about him from time to time.

So I started the thread while wondering how many others have a similar love story that they will never forget…..

Oh okay,

Can't help you here dear, so I will spectate on this one.

TBB - are you saying that you are married to the greatest love of your life? How beautiful!!!!

Yes. The girls that came before my wife I wouldn't piss on to put out, if ya know what I mean.

All joking aside, yes I am. I never loved anyone until my wife, then she gave me my daughter which just made me love her more. So, now I have two people I love. Even when it gets hard, life is still good.

Not attempting to dowse your fire at all- because it is sacredly wonderful- but too bad you never experienced love before you met your wife.... it may have added to your total life experience!

Excuuuuuuuuuuse me Thaibebop – you gossip you!

I started this thread after receiving an SMS – out of the blue- from a past lover, the most intense love affair of my life. He does that from time to time, maybe so I won’t forget.

We first met 12 years ago. I was 29, he was 24. I’d never known anything like it. We were instantly drawn to each other. The world stopped spinning the moment I met him. It was so beautiful yet torturous as he was already married. He came and went from my life for many years, his marriage ended, we became lovers again and then he disappeared. The times we spent together were so ecstatically blissful, so perfect. And then he was gone.

Four years later, while I was preparing to move to Thailand, he tracked me down. Shock, horror he wanted to see me. I couldn’t say no. But I did give him an almighty earful. To this day, he still writes occasionally and sends me SMS messages just to remind me he is still on the planet. I guess he has grown now enough to realize how special I am. He confessed in an email that he loved me and always had but, of course for me now, it’s too late. I’ve moved on - but I still can’t help thinking about him from time to time.

So I started the thread while wondering how many others have a similar love story that they will never forget…..

Oh okay,

Can't help you here dear, so I will spectate on this one.

TBB - are you saying that you are married to the greatest love of your life? How beautiful!!!!

Yes. The girls that came before my wife I wouldn't piss on to put out, if ya know what I mean.

All joking aside, yes I am. I never loved anyone until my wife, then she gave me my daughter which just made me love her more. So, now I have two people I love. Even when it gets hard, life is still good.

Not attempting to dowse your fire at all- because it is sacredly wonderful- but too bad you never experienced love before you met your wife.... it may have added to your total life experience!

Perhaps, but we can't always choose our fate.

ok Kerrie... here's something for you:

The Fiona Dilemma Parts 1 to 7

My dearest sister,

Do you have an hour or so? Perhaps a little taxing, but this should entertain.

Where do I start?

This story has a beginning, as all do, and particularly intriguing

one too, as well as a first act that was by no means a disappointment.

That was all so long ago, and despite being so prevalently relevant

to everything that we are founded upon, those days remain untouched

and at best fondly remembered.

So where do I start?

We are now ten years into this story. Nine and a half.

Fiona Morris.

Christ. Day seven has just come to a close.

Oh amanda, if you could hear how I am sighing and huffing and puffing.

I don't know what to say, what to write. Emotionally speaking, I

have been the coolest, calmest and most zen I have ever been. Visibly.

Deep down, I have not been so wonderfully meditative.

I cannot get her out of my mind this

week. Perhaps I had hoped she would have changed so much that I

would have been quite satisfied to just remain friends.

She is so absolutely complete for me, quirks and all. The positive

energy, the wanderlust, the curiosity for life.

I've watched her laugh and cry, and sleep

and cough, and sneeze and, and... Oh Christ.

I've not said a word to her. I've barely touched her.

Let me try to start somewhere; This might be more cohesive (I wrote

it in my journal a on day five):

Day 5

"The kettle screams for the fifth time since we crawled out of bed this morning.

We've long since returned to this double, having achieved little

more than a trip to the coffee shop at lunch time, and retreated

to my humble bedsit to while away the hours in a stoned stupor.

It beats confronting each other.

"She sleeps wrapped up in her sleeping bag, with her face a wee

bit squished against the thin slab of pillow I am able to provide.

Her breathing falls upon my bare right knee, and I watch the hairs vibrate gently.

She appears so peaceful, so content.

"I could linger here and gaze at her gentle features for hours but my pen takes priority.

I no longer look at a girl searching for her dreams as I once would:

I am now seeing a lady who lives them.

"I could not touch her these past days. The physical distance between

us has been the most excruciating. Not so much as a hand to hold,

or a sleeping head to caress. Mayhap she would not have minded had

I run my fingers through her long black hair. I don't mind about the rest of it.

I don't know exactly how to proceed except mightily humbly.

"Last night she stretched out her bare feet under the table after

dinner, and her right foot brushed against mine, barely perceptible, utterly accidental.

I swear I have never jumped out of a chair in my life but last night

I came dangerously close to knocking the plaster off the ceiling.

I positively panicked for a split second, and moved my chair back

about a foot and a half in the process, before calmly regaining my senses.

"One touch is all it seems it would take to make me lose my calm. I would then talk endlessly.

I have not spoken more than little chit chat.

Every conversation we have has so many under currents we can not

continue them, and they peter out. Now we exchange little anecdotes...

"Oh yeah, that reminds me of ....."

I am convinced this defence mechanism of near silence is in place

not only in me, but also in her. I am not alone in feeling like

I must be as humble as I can possibly be. I use the word humble

for want of a better word at three o'clock in the morning.

Day six

"When she arrived a few days ago I could do no more than hold her

gently and brush my lips across the air her cheek had departed.

Had I held her in my arms, I do not think I would have let go.

To speak though, would be to intrude upon her life with this good

man of hers, Jo, with whom she has been for some time now, and has

travelled with and has a dog with and plans with.

TO speak would be the rudest thing I could possibly do.

In any other type of conversation, I can't manage two words and

I've developed a speech impediment to boot. Ha! I swear it. Never

have I had any difficulty in getting words out of my mouth but now

all the words are there, but the voice is gone. I could speak such

magnificient sentences were it not for this impediment that leaves me feeling like a fool.

"I've behaved as a gentleman. Jo left after one night, and the rest

of the time has been just Fiona and me.

I already know I shall for ever kick myself for not at least telling her all I wish to say.

What do i even wish to say?

How many words are there?

Day 7:

"My small bedsit glowed lemon yellow through the slats of a dusty

venetian as morning stirred me from my silent reverie. I opened

my eyes to see her laying with her face only four inches or so from mine.

"The days have been wistly rising and briskly falling and the rains

have now returned, in force, not disimilar to tropical downpours.

I find myself bemused by what I can only view as a most intriguing

dilemma, albeit a rather uncomfortable state of affairs.

Musings near my muse, perhaps.

"There is a lady in my house who belongs there, but of course I

can't go round saying silly things like that.

I will continue to bide my time and question the roles we play in

eachothers lives, and she shall continue on her merry way, always wondering "what if..."

She will mention in hints from time to time how she would like to

be whisked out of her current situation.

Perhaps I interpret wrongly.

She would also mention from time to time how she has dealt with

her past and put it behind her.

Any chance I interpret this wrongly?

I wish neither Jo nor her any disrespect. And so I remain tensely

calm and overly zen. In any case I see it as foolish to do anything

while she is here. Time is always a remarkable perspective giver.

Having said thatI would love to give her an option, but how selfish

would that be? Does she want an option? Does she even know?

I was only a boy when she asked me to go on with her. Would it be

to late (or too early?!) to change my mind?

Written by me in 2003

so Kayo....im dying to know...what happened next?

Wow, Kayo. You have no fear in sharin' do ya? I'm with Donna here, what happened next?

He sent me a Valentine SMS!

So what did happen next Kayo?

youre lucky. i only got valentines sms's from girls!

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,

Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit

Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,

Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.

- The Rubaiyat - Omar Khayyam - 11th century

so Kayo....im dying to know...what happened next?

I will post the next parts of the fiona dilemma.

They are on my laptop at home, but I´ll bring ém to the int shop next trip down... (within the next day)

so Kayo....im dying to know...what happened next?

I will post the next parts of the fiona dilemma.

They are on my laptop at home, but I´ll bring ém to the int shop next trip down... (within the next day)

The plot thinkens!

Do Carrie and Fiona have parallel lives? Stay tuned for the next episode of Sex in Kayo City!!!

April 2005

Week One:

I'm in Europe for three weeks and the closest I'll get to Fiona Morris will be Amsterdam. She is now back in Scotland and the weather is looking brighter.

I had not read this for nearly two years though I remember writing almost every word of the "Fiona" Dilemma, as I call it.

I've invited her, at my own cost if necessary, to fly out here from Edinburgh and spend a few days with me here.

It has worked out more cost effective for me to do this than for me to go out there. What with booze and food and hotels, Holland is still a lot cheaper than the UK.

My god I'm so nervous there are not so much butterflies, but more like giant Pterodactyls swimming about in my stomach.

This time round I'll not beat around the bush.

This time round I'll tell her everything that is still, and every day has been, on my mind.

Well, everything constructively relevant anyway. Maybe just showing her the "Fiona Dilemma" will already be enough. How cn she not be going through the same emotions?

We have such a long and complicatededly wonderful history. We've been through so much seperately, individually, as well as our previous times together.

When last I saw this angelic indoneisan scottish hybrid, it was at the time of writing the Dilemma, and she had just returned from Latin America. From Venezuela, she had made her way north, then from the states to my old place. She stayed alone with me for ten days, whilst her then-boyfriend, Jo, was running errands, around Holland, Spain, and England. I so regret, now with hindsight, having not made the first moves with this fairly shy girl. I've wasted two years, it feels like.

No More. She knows and has fond memories of the area I now live - the most beautiful lake in the world - and I've no doubt she would happily return there. Either with me in a couple of weeks, or maybe later on. I am NOT going to waste this opportunity. God knows how long it will be before I have the chance.

I'm going to call her now.

Week 2:

So she no longer is with Jo, and she has had another short fling that didn't last, and she is single, and doing nothing expect try to survive by walking people's dogs and feeding their cats.

She has no direct plans, and was really really enthusiastic about talking with me.

So far I've only mentioned that I'd like for her to come and join me here in Amsterdam for a few days, and that I'm happy to invite her.

I guess that means less drugs for me. Oh well..... I get to get the girl.

Or not.

She refused, amicably, to get away. Citing a dog she has to walk.

Now, I am not the type to make an issue. I didn't even ask her if she couldn't arrange something else. I didn't persist other than to say that if she changes her mind she should let me know, by phone or by email.

I won't actually admit it, but I've been checking my email ten times a day for the last ten days.

She is not going to come out.

I've considered telling her, or at least sending her my email about the dilemma I sent my sister a few years ago, but I eally want to be together with her as I do this.

Basically, my mood right now is, well.... <deleted>!

Week 3:

I've spent most of the past three weeks in a drunken stoned stupor.

My wee bit of poeticism that I have in me has been dragged out the door like a really large piece of crap trying to work its way BACK up your ###### (red dwarf backwards, anyone)....

I'm tired, I'm bored, I'm going home to my lake, to the Maktub, and to persue my solitary existence on the shores of a really large crater.

Not wishing to repeat myself, but er.... <deleted>!

POST SCRIPTUM for Khall's Thread on tv.com:

We are still in touch. We've never lost touch. Just haven't lived in the same country since 1995. over the years she had variously spent a few weeks with me wherever I'd lived, and I with her a couple of times. We've almost always been physically intimate, regardless of our respective situations. Actually, that time she came to my house in the first part of the Dilemma, was possibly the second time (not consecutively) that we had NOT been intimate, but then we didn't even try. Had either one of us made the first move, there is no doubt we would not have stopped frolicking about, possibly right until tofay.

But otherwise, speaking of intimacy, we are possibly the most intimate people we each have in eachothers lives, sharing absolutely anything, and everything with eachother... When/if we we need to.

Fiona Morris. I'd give up any other for her.

here's to sharing, I'm off to go and get drunk now.

Kayo,

That was lovely - I think I'm off to get drunk too!!

She sounds soooo special.