What a sensitive description. I wish someone remembered me like that. 
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Bet you dropped him for a bad boy, strange thing ego, but probably necessary 
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Boys like you
Are bad through and through
Still, girls like me
Always seem to be with you 
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Ha, not me! I was always attracted to the nerdy, straight-arrow types. 
I had a famous friend though, who always, always chased trouble, She ended up marrying and predictably divorcing a well-known rock star. Life is troublesome enough without inviting that kind of chaos into oneās orbit 
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I expect someone does .
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There can never be too many. 
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Inspired by @Oldgreyfox ā photo and this thread, letās cut to the chase.
Aged 21 and just discharged as a long-range scout from the army I met this girl because a friend of mine had invited some friends to attend a rock concert together and celebrate my discharge. I didnāt know that he himself was casting an eye on her. Yet she decided to be with me and I started dating her.
Two years later we married
and went through life together
and finally settled down where we live now, by a lake, for the āthird halfā as retirees.
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Dachs, she is a beautiful person, young to older. And you, are a handsome guy!
You two seem a lovely couple, she must know a ākeeperā and has the common sense to appreciate you.
Thank you for sharing
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Good girls go to heaven, while bad girls go everywhere 
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Good post Dachs, despite the miles between us, we seem to have led similar livesā¦
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A top post Dachs!
I have to say that Iām somewhat intrigued by your duties as a long-range scout but I guess youāve signed the equivalent of the official secrets act.
Not to mention going off topic which would be a far more serious offence
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What a nice life story. Thanks for sharing it along with your photos.
Your partnership is what I wish for everyone, and I am glad you found each other. I am sure your children agree 
!
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Thanks, Chilliboot, for both your comment and your interest. You sound as if you have more detailed knowledge of the area. I donāt want to falsely take the credit for something that doesnāt apply. The name of the job was the same and the pure physical training and gruelling survival exercises may have been remotely comparable but remember that I (had to) serve(d) in the East German army behind the Iron Curtain in the early seventies. It was a tough job, yes, and having been a runner certainly helped but it was restricted to training only. There never was a deployment abroad. A lot of water has flowed under the bridge in terms of the scope of training and the technical equipment.
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To be honest Dachs my knowledge of such things is not very detailed. I joined the TA (reservists) many moons ago and thatās about it. Canāt see myself doing very well on an assault course these days alas! 
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Doing that is a credit to you. But do we have to excel in any physically challenging activity at our age?
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Probably not, Iām up for a challenge but itād be sheer stupidity on my part to attempt to do what I did at nineteen for instance.
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Youāre welcome @RightNow and @Surfermom . Many thanks for your kind notes. @RN, Iāll let her know. , and @SuMo, yes, they agree.
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Not sure if you would call it a date but I arranged to call into a friend one evening, only to find she had invited her boyfriend and his friend to join us (her parents were out), we chatted pleasantly for a while until my friendās boyfriend suddenly switched out the lights and they started making out - I quickly left!
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Sounds like a typical night, disgusting behavior.
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I canāt say my Lovely and I ever had what could be described as a proper first date. It was really just a gentle continuation of what we had been doing for years, just without her sister being present.
My wife and I met and became cousins in 1975 when her mother married my uncle, who then adopted my new auntās two daughters from her first marriage.
The girls and I hit it off and quickly became close friends. I later found out that the younger girl had had a crush on me since we met, but there was nothing I could (or would) do about it other than continue to be cousins and friends because she was a child and I was not.
When they were fifteen and seventeen respectively, I would sometimes invite them to spend a day with me at my house when the weather was fine, where I would perform culinary experiments upon them to a greater (roast duck with all the trimmings including homemade Yorkshire Pudding) or lesser (Hashmagandy Stew) degree of success. Afterwards we would go out somewhere for an afternoon, often a beauty spot where a Mister Whippy could be purchased (Other brands of tasty whipped ice-cream purveyors are available).
Growing up, both girls were pretty and had admires their own age, and I always believed that one day some handsome young lad would turn the younger girlās head and her feelings for me would fade away, but they never did.
At some point after she became of age, I decided that I would ask her on her eighteenth birthday if she wanted to go out with me, but I never got the chance.
Three months after she turned seventeen (I was twenty-seven at the time) she asked me if I āwanted to go seriousā with her.
The following Saturday, I picked her up and took her to my house but without her sister, which was probably the first time we had ever been alone, where I performed culinary experiments upon her just as I had done several times before. Afterwards we went for a walk across Durdham Downs (Bristol), holding hands just like we had been doing since she took to doing so when she was twelve, but without her sister on my other arm.
Subsequent similar ādatesā followed, except she would sometimes romantically clean my house while I cooked (and did the dishes afterwards of course). It was the least a gentleman could do.
Forty one years of wedded bliss later, I still get a kick out of waking up next to my Lovely Cousin.
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