Hello from sunny (haha) North Wales! I have had a hell of a lot of fun talking to some very cute, witty, laid back guys.....how come you are still single...am I only seeing the good side of you here!? And how come you are all so BIG....shoulders I mean! If I was a millionairess, I would be over there in a flash, and I would have one of you in every state.....that should keep me occupied! Already making a list of suitable candidates, just in case I win the lottery (twincam 88, hope you don't mind, but your on it, and so is the painter dude who is going to do my kitchen walls and my toenails for $30 an hour....can't remember your name!) I like the fact that most of you, anyway, can communicate very well - nice to talk to a guy who lets the conversation flow. Don't get me wrong, I have spoken to a couple of really nice Brits too (hi Steve and Jon) but on the whole, the Yanks (am I allowed to say that?) are much less up their own behinds! Thank you boys, out there on your incredibly beautiful bikes....I go to sleep with a smile on my face at night x
So if a nice, trusting woman has found that the wonderful man she met on a dating site actually has ANOTHER woman tucked away in Scotland, what would or could you do to help heal the wounded heart and pride?