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ORIGINAL: MissMagnolia

Now, now. Let's leave Cali's panties out of this (I actually have it on good authority that she only owns one pair for doctors visits. You know, so she doesn't look like a slut).

I can't remember when I suddenly stopped seeing young guys as possible shag material. It might have been when I noticed they were about the age of my son. And that thought was just icky.

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ORIGINAL: Griswold

5 years ago I was in Seattle, 4th of July...I flew my GF out from the East Coast to meet me, spend the weekend, killer night that night (except for those cell calls from some "other" woman who seemed to intrude on the most industrious of moments), beautiful sunset, explosions everywhere, I picked a suite on the 33rd floor facing Puget Sound, champagne was flowing, vibrant colors all over our 16 foot window....and moments before, just a bit, we'd checked in.

She and I had walked in (I was 44 at the time), and there was this Nubian Princess at the counter....taking our reservation...she was so capable (obviously trained well by management), "Yes Sir, of course Sir...what can I do for you Sir, champagne is on its way Sir"...that sort of thing....everything was marble....men in tuxedo's, flowers for all the eye to see....a man playing piano nearby...escalator going up to the elevator that would take us to our exclusive floor...piano wafting in the background drifting away in the distance.....

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ORIGINAL: Daddysredhead

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ORIGINAL: Griswold

5 years ago I was in Seattle, 4th of July...I flew my GF out from the East Coast to meet me, spend the weekend, killer night that night (except for those cell calls from some "other" woman who seemed to intrude on the most industrious of moments), beautiful sunset, explosions everywhere, I picked a suite on the 33rd floor facing Puget Sound, champagne was flowing, vibrant colors all over our 16 foot window....and moments before, just a bit, we'd checked in.

She and I had walked in (I was 44 at the time), and there was this Nubian Princess at the counter....taking our reservation...she was so capable (obviously trained well by management), "Yes Sir, of course Sir...what can I do for you Sir, champagne is on its way Sir"...that sort of thing....everything was marble....men in tuxedo's, flowers for all the eye to see....a man playing piano nearby...escalator going up to the elevator that would take us to our exclusive floor...piano wafting in the background drifting away in the distance.....

Gris,
not sure when you became a "seasoned" individual, but I got swoony reading about your getaway with your girl.    How remarkably beautiful.  I hope she enjoyed and appreciated it.  One day, I'm going to have a weekend like this.  I'm not sure who with, but dammitall, before I die, it's gonna happen.