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WILL YOU MARRY ME? NOW THERE'S AN OFFER YOU CAN REFUSE. 29TH FEBRUARY, BUT LOOK BEFORE YOU LEAP xxx

Love is in the air,
Everywhere I look around....



Yes Ladies, it's that time again, when you must forget your inhibitions and shyness,

Project yourself, take the plunge, after all it will be four long years before you get another chance

Today is the 29th February, a Leap Year...

So if you are a lady, truly, madly, deeply in love, but have a beau who is simply dragging his heels,

then why not pop the question??

Or if you are still youngish, free and single, why not try INTERNET DATING or the Personal Column in a Newspaper??

A few years ago, quite a few actually, before the internet and emails, my two good friends tried to take charge and intervene in my love life.

this is back in the big, bad city of Leeds by the way. Anyway,

Unbeknown to me, they placed an advert for me in one of those personal columns. You know the thing, or perhaps you don't, but through some poetic licence, I sounded rather delicious, and one morning I awoke to find 72 letters laying on my doormat.

Well, if only I had those letters now. My word !!!

One guy told me he liked the quiet life, (he was a grave digger)

Another said he was a wealthy business man with a fast food outlet, (he served hot dogs on a stand outside a nightclub in Wakefield)

More sinister was a beautiful, charming, letter full of romantic prose. It was from a seemingly wonderful guy who told me he loved writing letters, had loads of time on his hands and swore he was going nowhere fast (he was a LIFER, banged up in a Maximum Security Prison).

Needless to say, I admonished my good friends, and good intentional though it was, their efforts to rekindle my love life was definitely NOT needed.

Well, the years went by and my married friends also found themselves single again, too old for discos and nightclubs, so they joined various internet dating sites.

Oh, the fun they had. I was often in hysterics with the tales they told me... Breaking beds, love rats, stolen identities and fantasists. Married men up to no good and dalliances with toy boys. Goodness me, it certainly opened my eyes !!! Talk about Carry On Films !!!

Anyway, back in 2004 their internet antics inspired me to write a poem...

It's very tongue in cheek, a wry look at.... Internet Dating, (ideas taken from my friends you understand, one of whom was 43 for many, many years)

(and all names are purely fictional in this poem)

LOOKING FOR LOVE - On the Internet

I'm single again, and must get a life,
Won't anyone take me for their wife?
There's SEX in the city
but not much on COLL
Does anyone want me for their Doll?

I'll try internet dating, Yes, I'll give it a whirl,
So I sign up with Love-Match as "Tiree Girl"
I create a profile, it sounds rather appealing
I leave out the Guiness and my penchant for creeling

I skip the bit about weight and size
Cos Tiree Girl ate all the pies
So.... I'm a shapely blonde, aged 32
A little white lie, But it's almost true.

This island girl seeks a Highland Guy
Oh come now boys, don't be shy...
I check my emails by the hour
eeeek, there's one just in from Arinagour.

At last some contact from afar
It seems Tiree Girl has become a Star.
I'm in demand no longer alone,
dozens of suitors on the phone

But TractorMan sounds a bit of a pest
and Nobbly Neil wears a string vest.
A date from hell, stood up in Oban,
Don't think I'm destined to find a man.

Suddenly things look up, hardly surprising
Some decent men on the horizon.
Husky Highlander sounds a bit of a dish
and Man from Skye says he likes to fish.

Kilted Man loves his
slippers and pipe
But Stevie from Mallaig,
mmm, he's just my type.

A handsome young fisherman
he looks rather quite hunky
Splashes his cash
Tall, dark and chunky.

Says we'll dine upon lobsters,
not fryups and pies.
He comes without baggage,
and he doesn't tell lies.

So it's 5* hotels
and champagne by the bottle
Tiree Girl
gets her love at full Throttle

Internet dating
or Island Blogs,
To find Mr. Right,
you first kiss the FROGS

XXXXXXXX



This Poem is dedicated to love seekers everywhere, especially my two good mates, the most successful (EX) internet daters, extraordinaire, who did in fact, FIND LOVE ON THE INTERNET and both are extremely happy.

there is however a serious side to Internet Dating.

Internet dating is certainly popular and here to stay, but anyone looking for love, men, or women, should proceed with caution.

There are predators out there, ready to pounce on the unwary and gullible, They are silver tongued charmers, smooth, debonaire and total con men/ and con women. LOVE RATS.

On television recently there was a programme about lonely ladies of a certain age falling for men on the internet. The photos of the men looked like models, handsome, blonde, charming.

The truth however was heartbreaking, They were scammers, rip-off merchants.... Once the victims had been drawn in to their WEB of lies, they started asking for money and were in fact traced to an Internet Cafe in Lagos in Nigeria.

But to end on a positive note.....

2008 is a leap year, and if you are in love with a guy who is dragging his feet over setting the date....

Well, go on, take the bull by the horns and ask him yourself.

You never know....

Have a good weekend all

and Happy Mother's Day to my lovely mummy, NELL

xxxxx
xxxxxxx








Posted on xxxxxx at 13:17

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Donald's interested but is wondering if it would affect his benefit?

calumannabel from In hiding till midnight


Forgot to say, my two friends finally met the loves of their lives on the internet and are settled and very happy. They did however kiss a fair number of frogs before finding Mr. Right, or even Mr. RightNow.

Squidgy the Otter from building a bookcase in the lounge


Squidgy, I'll take a rain check on that one, see you in the summer. Squidgy, I'll boat you down Arinagour way, Your message is plain, you want me to stay. O Squidgy, O Squidgy, my Valentine girl, The ring won't be diamonds, just a sizable pearl. Be patient, dear Squidgy, an otter can wait Until a fine trout is laid fair on her plate. Come diddle-hi-ho, come riddle-my-ree, I want to woo Squidgy swimming under the sea. This does feel a bit private for IB, but after all, you started it, Squidge!

Barney from Swithiod red sails in the sunset


Funny you should mention that Squidgy - I have recently signed up for a dating spell myself (well a bit of a change does everyone good, doesn't it ... :-) It's as well to mention how easily misunderstandings can happen when dealing with only email ... I find I have to rein myself in all the time, because electronic words leave too much space for the imagination to creep in and start spinning exactly what you wanted to hear ... But I am a veteran now ... I shall do just fine ... :-) 'Tractorman' ...! Yes, it's true, you do tend to give them names of that nature ... Not very nice really I suppose - makes me wonder what people would call me ...!! <no comments please>

soaplady from there before you again ... :-)


Oh Soaplady you hit the nail on the head, emails can so easily be misinterpreted. Poor old tractorman was actually based on a love lorn farmer from Perth, who persued the females under the disguise of "Massive Ferguson". I thought this could be interpreted as a bit rude for island blogging, especially as the tractor in question was bright red. Ooops, said far too much already. Good luck with the dating!

Squidgy the Otter from Proposing a toast to lurrrv


Well Squidgy...fpu tells me that if all it takes is kissing a lot of garlicky Frenchmen, preferably a la Jean Paul Belmondo or the one with the big nose whose name she can never remember, there'd be no hardship in that...

Flying Cat from waiting for the Frogs to come back


I enjoyed your poem and the coll-ourful pallette in the previous post but where has the rest of your blog gone?

island threads from lewis


Squidgy. I offer you a free airline ticket both ways, plus pick and return and no stay expenses, However I think you are more akin to the younger cabre (pole) throws with younger backs.An offer from the Isle of Skye is still on record, did you do a goodly trade. always open to a dialouge.Have a good day

roy from Sofala.Oz


There seem to be TWO Squidgies in iB now! I'm not saying its too much of a good thing or anything like that - perish the thought - but to a cat of little brain its not easy to get my head around...

Flying Cat from puzzled&confused


Oh, the sheer folly of youth. My naughty friends were always playing pranks on me, such as described above. Did I get my own back on them. You bet I did !! This blog has been very therapeutic for me, it has made me laugh, and recall memories of my youth. Those 72 letters which came through my letterbox, what a shock that was. How I wish I had kept them. I have so many happy memories and now I keep breaking out into fits of giggles at the thought. So, whatever happens in my dotage, I will ALWAYS have those happy memories to fall back on.

Squidgy the Otter from A trip down memory Lane


Love your poem Squidgy! Nearly as good as your photos!

Linsay from Edinburgh


Parlais vous Francais anyone?? the reason I am asking is very genuine, because a Frenchman has left 11 comments on my AOL picture gallery (see top right) and the thing is I do not know if they are tres bien comments or rubisheee comments. HELP !! Flying Cat, I never, ever, thought of that !! My frogs are of the slimey variety with warts and things. Oh my word, I hope the french man does not see this blog, yikes, better go into hiding.......

Squidgee, zee ortter from non parlais vous francais


Squidgy, in response to your heart-rendering appeal I sent off a lovely poem (well, it was meant to be lovely) to you but either it has been spammified or else Carol has condemned it as too personal ... I can only remember the last two lines, which were (more or less) like this: Come riddle-di-do, come riddle di-de, I want to woo Squidgy, swimming under the sea". Now I'm afraid that I'm at the back of the queue. Good luck, anyway!

Barney from Siwthiod suffering


Ms. Squdigy, je read francy but I ne welcome pas the competition. Tant pis! (And that isn't rude).

Barney from Swithiod mais non!


Well, well, well, Barney in Summer, Roy from Oz in Winter, plus an offer from Donald on Skye. Oh the joys of Island Blogging.

Squidgy the Otter from Fanks for the Memory


I can't find any French comments (tell me what a good kitty I am for resisting the temptation to use a different word than 'comments'...*prrrrrr*) Squidgy, and I have looked to the best of my ability.

Flying Cat from cherch茅 la spamme


Oh Flying Cat, I did the most stupid thing, I deleted myself and had to start all over again, oh dear, silly me.

Squidgy the Otter from Seeing Double


Roy from Oz, I am on my way !!! I prefer a more mature man, they know how to treat a lady, sorry..... that should be otter, Yikes given the game away again, that I am not really an otter. oooops

Squidgy the Otter from Going Down Under


Oh ! Barney, Oh Barney, I have to confess, my house is untidy and my bedroom's a mess. The Duvet's all ruffled, I've been snoozing all day, but now spring is here, I am ready to play. My bookcase is erected, its tall, and its strong, I'll have two new settees before very long. My hoose will be cosy, just right for two (plus the dogs), so do keep in touch through our lovely Island Blogs.xxx See you in the Summer !!

Squidgy the Otter from I'm in the mood for love


Flying Cat, if you can help, the comments are Super.fantas margorique, sauvage j'aime cette photo, sympa, jolie, originale, and magnifique. Some I can guess. but the others??? Merci. They are posted to the photographs, like the rainbow and the sunrise, one is the bicycles I think, Anyway, thank you so much.

Squidgy the Otter from Lost in Translation


Well Squidgy, that looks like a date then! Glad you like mature men but perhaps I should warn youthat I might be just a bit over-mature (nothing like Victor Mature, though). I'm also glad that it's the bookcase that is being .. er, asembled. Love your blogs, keep 'em rolling!

Barney from Swithiod not thinking of IKEA


The bookcase for now, dear Barney !!

Squidgy the Otter from not thinking of Ikea either


They all look pretty harmless to me Squidgy, I'd be more concerned about the roving eyes of certain well-seasoned men who seem to be hanging about here...especially those with sea legs...

Flying Cat from a word in your shell-like


Sagacious otter, that last comment is too deep for me. But the sea is not!

Barney from Swithiod showing his limits


Barney, don't ever say that word, SAGA, it conjures up images of the blue rinsed brigade, over 50's on coach tours around Europe, SAGA !!! no, no, never. Flying Cat, thank you, I will take heed of your learned advice.xxx Hugs and kisses to everyone, I have to get back to my furniture building, one bookcase, one double bed, decking, single beds, oh the list is endless. I'm drowning under a sea of allen keys, nuts and bolts, and BARMY instructions....

Squidgy the Otter from Don't say that word...


Is it s*g*t**us or S*G* that get you, dear Squidgy? Be warned, S*G* is the name of my youngest offspring - this could be the end of a beautiful friendship..... reject me now or for ever hold your peace!

Barney from Swithiod the S*G* word


Oh Barney, Oh Barney, we must end this saga, come warm you bum on my lovely warm AGA.

Squidgy the Otter from Swiftly Backtracking


No man worth his salt could refuse such a scorching offer! All is forgiven. Further comments will follow in your "clouds" blog.

Barney from Swithiod a posteriori




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