A Nice Guy

Un bel regazzo

Ein schöner Kerl

Un buen tipo

Un gars sympa

mukava kaveri

Ένας συμπαθητικός τύπος

בחור נחמד

A nice guy....and a good guy

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I have been told that is what I am in a number of languages, by a great number of ladies, that I met between 2004 and and late 2006 (the next but last isn't an indent mistake - it's Hebrew and is written right to left)...or so my friend, Lev, in New York tells me.

I asked several how they knew that I was a nice guy - they said they just knew. Even you said so once LL, and that must be an accolade, coming from someone as hard bitten as you are. I think you have read enough about my past exploits and liaisons so I won't dwell on them any further. This couple of paragraphs are just to let you know I never needed your endorsement to provide me with the confidence in my own personality. However, you were the first and I hope last that opened up another side of me, through your actions and infidelity. That has now long been shut away again,

We had a lovely surprise when we got home here to Naples - Tom was home from the USMC - he's now a Major. Of course the BDM's did nothing for him, but he was soon in shorts and a tee...and in the pool after big hellos all round and especially for his mum.

Talking of his mum (mom) - here's a photo taken two days ago in London:

There's no real comparison between you and Ash, is there. No real comparison between your life and mine either. You sure do know how to make bad decisions...throughout your life.

You once asked me what I brought over here from the UK, when I emigrated. Not that much really, but here's something you will recognize - it's now in our San Diego home. You may recall the cabinets in SD, from previous photos:

I always liked my naked lady (ies) didn't I ;) and all but one liked me... and still do...bar that one of course, but she didn't know which side her bread was buttered. Heigh Ho , as someone once said... Foolish in the extreme is what most folk think of you, including one or two in your home town. All rather late now for you to ever make amends.

So you'll be in the Canaries at PDC in just over a month. Another display of imagination (lack of) from FM who, incidentally, doesn't know his 'there' from 'their'...and he's writing a book??!! His blogs  are nothing to write home about (excuse the pun), from what I have read. Hardly a flowing or literary style.

Onto other things and random thoughts. I guess you are working and perhaps drawing your pension now. Best income you have had in a while. Sadly, what you both earn in a year we make in a day or less :) When you make wrong moves you sure do make them big.

Thought you might like to see another small claim to fame...so here's a clip:

 

That's SWW...USA. Not bad for a guy who barely knew anything about cooking 11 years ago, don't you think. Going to join the family by the pool now...talking about sons, ours number 1, 2 and 3. Then there's one daughter...two daughters in law, one son in law and three grandchildren. Not bad considering how things were 11 years ago.  Very rewarding and I'm almost the patriarch - Ash's Dad is the real patriarch.

We were kindred spirits then, you and I,but not now. I've moved on greatly...you have hardly left the starting block.

Sad really, as journeys go, mine and my offer was by far the best you'll ever see in the rest of your life...except you won't because you made the wrong choice.