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17GREAT NEWS!!!
by wonderwoman77 inwell all i just wanted to write and tell you that i had a job interview today and i got offered a job that i really really want!!!!
it comes with a car and it is good salary and great benefits.
i am finally living all this stuff i always wanted to.
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I'm in BIG trouble!
by radiolady ini haven't written in a long time...and i guess there's no excuse...being too busy should never be an excuse for not keeping up with your family; and that's what you guys are...one big family.
you're the only ones who really, truely understand.
at first i didn't want to write what i'm going through in here...i was embarrassed.
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COMF
Glad to hear things are looking up for you, 'lady. To quote an old acquaintance, "Go and sin no more." Looking forward to good news on your financial front. Don't get discouraged if it doesn't happen right away. Set your goal as a long-term thing and settle in for the duration. I'm confident you'll have success.
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I'm Hot for Doctor
by COMF init is time for my annual physical; besides which, the ending of a medium-term relationship signals the need for a fresh std check.
appointment with my primary care provider, dr. maria (her first name).
i smile and say, "which hair is that?
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COMF
Believe me, Ruby, I would, I would! I would have a long time ago, but... although she doesn't wear a ring at work, I know that as of a year ago, she had a husband. That's why I say, "How do you know if...?" I suppose I could try something in the exam room like, "So, um... what's your hubby up to these days?" to see if I get "Bitterly fighting me in court for half of my assets" as a response... but it's too blatant, it lacks finesse.
Or I could call her at home, and if a man's voice answers I could say, "Oh... you're still here. Okay. Well, I'll check back in six months. Bye, now..."
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I'm Hot for Doctor
by COMF init is time for my annual physical; besides which, the ending of a medium-term relationship signals the need for a fresh std check.
appointment with my primary care provider, dr. maria (her first name).
i smile and say, "which hair is that?
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COMF
And she is even cuter than the one that filed charges against me.
Ahhh, don'tcha just love happy endings!
ROFL@MegaDude
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I'm Hot for Doctor
by COMF init is time for my annual physical; besides which, the ending of a medium-term relationship signals the need for a fresh std check.
appointment with my primary care provider, dr. maria (her first name).
i smile and say, "which hair is that?
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COMF
It is time for my annual physical; besides which, the ending of a medium-term relationship signals the need for a fresh STD check. Appointment with my primary care provider, Dr. Maria (her first name). Haven't been to see her since this time last year. That's right: I'm a healthy specimen.
The little oriental nurse takes my temperature and weight: 97.8 and 194, respectively. "194!" I exclaim in dismay. "It says 183 on my scale at home!"
"You're wearing shoes and heavy clothes," she reassures me, but I know better. That accursed scale at home has been lying to me. All right, that's it: no more picante-sauce-and-sour-cream-mix on Doritos at 10:30 PM.
She seats me on the exam table and takes my blood pressure: 168/98 - a little elevated, possibly due to the tumbler-sized Irish creme latte I made myself an hour ago. "The doctor will be in shortly," she says in businesslike fashion, closing the door, and I take up my reading material--Living The Martial Way, by Forrest E. Morgan, which describes itself on the jacket as, "a manual for the way a modern warrior should think". Darn good book, too, to judge from the fourth of it that I've read so far.
The door opens; Dr. Maria enters. Somewhere between 40 and 46 years old, she is short (probably five feet) with healthy long brown hair drawn back in a simple, functional ponytail. She is of Italian descent, as is obvious from her facial features. Dark eyebrows, dark eyes, medium skin, easily tannable. She doesn't have covergirl looks. Rather, she radiates a timeless beauty and earthy wholesomeness. Above her sensible shoes and black slacks, she's wearing a light brown turtleneck sweater under her white doctor's coat. The turtleneck fits her well.
She says, "Hello, how are you?" in a friendly, yet professional manner; but then I see what appears to be a spark of recognition as she looks at me, and her manner changes slightly. She looks me eye to eye, smiles genuinely, and offers her hand for a shake. "Hello!" she repeats, with more perk this time.
"I'm doing well," I say as she sits down in a chair. "Oh, good, that's good," she says. "My goodness, it's been a while since I've seen you! Sorry, my hands are cold..."
She trails off, so I make a hint of a shrug and say with a smile, "Yes."
"I'm babbling," she says. Then after a moment's hesitation, she says, "I like your hair."
I smile and say, "Which hair is that?" (For those who don't know: I recently started shaving my head). We both laugh and she says, "Well... your lack of hair. You have a nicely shaped head, it works very well for you." I thank her and we discuss the advent of the head-shaving for a few moments. Then the topic changes to why I'm there. Time for my physical, I say, and add, "...and, a relationship has ended, so I'd like to be thoroughly tested for STDs." We've done this before, Dr. Maria and I; she's been my doctor since I came to Dallas, and did the STD test when I split with the lady I was with when I moved here.
"How are you about the breakup?" she asks, concern flickering across her face.
"I'm fine," I say. "I've begun to accept that bachelorhood may be the way of life for me. There's a place beside me for a mate, should the right one come along. But I'm quite happy with my life the way it is."
"That's wonderful," she says, "that's the way it should be." She speaks for a few moments about the value of being happy with your life, and then asks, "Do you have any reason to expect positive results from the tests?"
"No," I say, "I know my partner's history. I talk with them about that stuff."
"As well you should," she says. "Wonderful!"
"It's just for the sake of being thorough," I explain. "And besides, a little laboratory confirmation of one's pristine state is always a good thing."
She does the exam of my upper body: cool fingers and cold metal on chest, then back as I breathe deeply to her gentle commands. "Cold hands... I'm so sorry," she says, sounding genuinely embarrassed.
"It's fine," I reassure her.
"So, that's everything except your lower half," she says, again seeming to be a bit embarrassed; or is it that she's just trying to ease the exam for me in case I'm embarrassed?"
"Do I need to pull my clothes down now?"
"Yes, if you're okay with..." She trails off, then says, "I'll need you to undo your belt..." Why is this such a touchy matter for her? I wonder.
I stand and pull down my pants and underwear to my knees, then stretch back out and lie down on the table. "It's really not a problem," I assure her. "You are a doctor, after all."
As she places her fingers in the right places to check for whatever it is that doctors check for down there, she says, "It's a touchy issue with some . I want you to be comfortable. Cough for me. Now I need you to turn over on your left side."
Ah yes, the precursor to the dreaded prostate exam.
Now, mind you, there is absolutely nothing sexual or arousing about having Dr. Maria see and touch my genitals on her exam table; nor is there any excitement in having her stroke my prostate with her index finger. But the whole time this is going on--in fact, from the moment she came in--there is, has been, a strong undercurrent of animal attraction in the room. We are both professional, calm, comfortable; yet all the while this undercurrent presses against me from behind like waves in the ocean, pushing, nudging, trying to lift me and set me down nearer to her; whispering that I should take her into my embrace for a deep, lingering kiss, a kiss that would warm her insides and radiate all the way through until those formerly cold hands had to be fanned in the air to dissipate their heat. This is the atmosphere we're working in; crackling, charged, pregnant with potential.
She sits back down in the chair again to talk with me. I don't leer, but as she continues to speak I absorb her essence into mine. Pretty eyes. Expressive; they meet mine full on. Ooh, I like that. Nice lips. Full cheeks. She doesn't use much makeup; I'm not consciously aware of it as a layer on her skin, like I am with most women. There's a modest but nicely rounded C cup beneath that turtleneck. She has just a bit of a tummy; I can tell by its shape that it would be smooth, soft, cushiony, womanly; I see myself drawing lazy circles on it with my fingertips. Her legs, although short, are not skinny by any means; she's a healthy, well-built woman.
We discuss a couple more of my health-related matters, and she tells me I'm in great shape. Then she excuses herself to let the nurse do an EKG, after which I'm off to the x-ray room. Then back to my exam room. "Is the doctor done with me?" I ask the nurse.
"No, she's coming back," she says, and I feel warm and happy.
Dr. Maria comes in again, and we smile at each other. She comments again on the new shaved look (warm glow). She comments on the book I'm reading, and asks if I'm a martial artist. "I'm training in aikido," I say.
"That's great,", she says. "And you're making it a way of life?"
"Yes," I reply, "more than just a weekend sports hobby. I want to apply the philosophy behind it in everyday affairs as well."
"That's good, that's very good," she nods approvingly. "The physical aspect is good enough by itself, but making it a way of life can be rewarding on so many levels." And so we talk about martial arts and philosophic esoterica for a few moments, and she gathers her chart and paperwork and starts to go. Then she turns back to me and says pointedly, "You look good."
I wait a moment and then respond, "You look good."
This appears to embarrass her, and she mumbles something about "more years showing up every day." Then she's out the door, and by the time I follow she's engulfed in the business demands of her profession, carrying on three conversations at once with nurses and staff.
Aiee, caramba, what a woman! So how do you ever find out, if your doctor enters the "available" list, anyway?
I live for moments like these.
Edited by - COMF on 5 November 2002 17:57:22
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Whatever We Say, Just Listen & Don't Question
by minimus inin nearly every publication lately, the overpowering message to the faithful is to just listen to god's organization.
when circuit overseers give their talks, the theme is just listen to what we say.
every study article contains the same not so subtle message : you better listen because if you don't you're weak or complaining or worse yet, an apostate.the mind control is so obvious!
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COMF
I like it when they do that. Because the harder they pound on it, the more likely some poor soul is to say, "Why don't they teach us anything besides blind obedience to them? Why harp on this all the time to the exclusion of other things?"
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England on fire
by Brummie incough cough...geesh who enjoys bonfire night?
acctually i do, fireworks have been lighting up the sky since saturday, apart from the dang bangers i enjoy the rest like any kid does.
so happy bonfire night, iv'e been wondering who to throw on the bonfire this year...any suggestions?
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COMF
Tell me about bonfire night. What is it? Why do you do it?
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Warning: Be Careful!
by zev insometimes us 'net' savey dudes tend to get a little lax.. we all know and if we don't, we should, that there are people who read these boards who gather "information".. some of it is used against us to "turn us in", and other wise cause us harm.. i've been careful to not reveal my "true" identity hear, as it is a public forum, however, not careful enough.. my picture, and some desciptions i've used in writing my storiy, and describing my whereabouts, though never specific, have led, i believe, to someone learning where i live exactly, and when i would/wouldn't be home so that an act of crime could be commited against myself.. the time period i refer to is from this post:.
http://www.jehovahs-witness.com/forum/thread.aspx?id=28606&site=3.
its taken this long for me to figure this out, who did it, and how.
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There are three kinds of people ...
by Simon inthose who make things happen.
those who watch things happen.
those who wonder what happened.
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COMF
Hey, Farkel, I remember overhearing my son, age four, teaching his brother, age two, how to count. When I heard them they'd been at it for a while, and as the younger carefully repeated him, the older was solemnly intoning, "...'leventy-three... 'leventy-four... 'leventy-five..."
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Me and my brother.
by nicolaou inan earlier discussion has been highlighting the differences between da'ing and df'ing.
xena said:i am sorry qadreena but i have never in the 20 some odd years i have been a jw ever heard of an unbaptised publisher being d/aed...marked as bad association yes..but d/a...no...but i guess stranger things can happen.... well that brought it all back.. actually xena the exact same thing happened to my brother in the early 80's.
he was only 14. he'd carried on associating with a friend of his who'd been disfellowshipped.
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Thank you for telling the story, Nic. I can relate. Just, it's not a brother, it's a son... and he's still in there. I was supposed to teach him and guide him and prepare him for life, and instead I filled his head with cult bullshit.