A Few Musings

For LL in the UK

Every now and again LL, when I have a little peace and quiet, as I do right now, I reflect on my life and occasionally you and your rather pathetic machinations, the rubbish things you said about me and some of the women I revealed to you just after we parted.

To begin with and to perhaps put things in perspective here are a couple of extracts from my diary for 2004. I've made them large so you can read them. They are post your misdemeanour in March of that year. They tell their own story don't they LL. Bear in mind I had another diary in which your visits to me and me to you appeared along with more normal things. Three women in a week - four with you - wasn't that unusual.

Now you have an idea where you had me go after you revealed your continued relationship with the guy in Oxford, or rather near Oxford. I gave you enough chances and still you screwed up. Most of what you said about me was utter nonsense of course because you really didn't know me. You should have been a little more patient and less impulsive. It is your impulsiveness and poor judgement that has let you down throughout your life

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Then of course in 2006 after we had well and truly parted you decided to rubbish Carole just by way of an example as to how your small mind works. I will tell a few things about her now. Firstly, you knew nothing at all about her. She was very intelligent had a grown up son and daughter who were doing well and living elsewhere and was a senior officer in the Police Force. You said she looked like a prostitute, no doubt due to your jealousy at me having found a tall slim attractive woman. I will give you the fact that she liked sex, but in no way was she like what you alleged. In fact she liked sex more than you did. If I had told her how you described her she would have chewed you up and spat you out. She was and probably still is one tough lady

We had some very sexy times together, back-ways, forward, on top, over the kitchen counter, on the balcony of an apartment in Majorca (it was dark), in the bath, in a swimming pool, in my swimming pool, in the shower... to name but a few. Do you know something LL she couldn't get enough of me and she enjoyed lots of heavy petting too...sometimes, for the excitement, outdoors within sight of  other folk. You were staid by comparison.

And...do you know what. She was very fond of me. I'm not sure you ever were, looking back, unlike me toward you.

I could mention two others that you derided without knowing them. Rather than recount what you said about them and my cousin, who joined me in Florida following her divorce, I will leave you to dwell on the diary extracts above. I told you that you would have to get up early in the morning to fool me. There are lots more months like those above.

You were easy to fool, but it would never have happened if you had been faithful and also committed. You had enough chances and blew the lot. Now look where you are and where I am.

When you are confined to your home and the fella who won't make old bones has died of his obesity, sit back and reflect on your life and what it might or could have been.

Ciao